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Even us poor people with disappearing trolleys can do it.”
    His slow smile turned into a grin, his eyes lighting as he looked down at me from his great height. I ignored the extra beat of my heart at the sight of his beauty. “You really shouldn’t be out here, it’s not safe.”
    My brows shot up, then furrowed. He rolled his eyes and sighed before he started to manoeuvre me through the crowd, his back to the crowd as mine pressed against his, his feet guiding mine up the several steps until he passed me safely over to a couple of 103’s security men who recognised me immediately.
    “Miss Linkin,” Greg, if I had remembered rightly, greeted me with a wide smile. “E’s been hunting for you.”
    I smiled my thanks as he held open the doors for me, a couple of other bulky men pushing back the crowd as I slid through. I turned back to reluctantly thank my escort but he had disappeared back into the throng.
    “Christ, Zoe! Where have you been?” E gushed as soon as I stepped into the huge foyer of the hotel. “Jen’s going bloody crazy.”
    Grabbing my hand, she yanked me towards the elevator, babbling nervously. “Top floor,” she told the doorman as the doors slid closed behind us. He nodded politely then turned his back on us, bringing his gloved hands in front of him professionally.
    “Bloody Romeo’s missing, Spirit’s feet have swollen up and she can’t get her shoes on. Jen’s cursing you. Jax is growling random shit at the staff here. It’s all going fucking tits up.”
    I stared at her, trying to hide the small quirk at the corner of each of my lips. “Who’s getting married, E?”
    She stared at me like I had gone crazy, then blew out a long breath. “I know!” she chuckled at the sound of herself. “I just want it to be nice for Spirit and Bulk, ya’ know, after everything they’ve been through to get here. They deserve a perfect day.”
    I slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her petite body against mine. “And it will be, but only if you take a breath. It might ruin it if you flake out and croak it in the elevator.”
    She nodded, giggling. “Bulk’s doing his nut. Fucking Romeo. Out of all of them, I had expected him to be here first. He’s the best man for Christ’s sake.”
    My stomach clenched at the thought of seeing him again. He was my weakness, the only man who had the ability to make my soul weep. His blazing blue eyes, his soft shock of white hair, the mass of paintwork on his body. I ground my teeth together, forcing my heart beat to slow as I turned back to E. “Where is he?”
    “God only knows,” she growled. “But I’m gonna kill him when he does get here.”
    “Kind of defeating the object,” I laughed as we stepped out into a long hallway. The elevator supervisor bowed his head respectfully before the doors closed.
    E took off down the corridor. I should have known 103 would hire out a whole floor. Numerous doors passed us in E’s haste to get us to where we needed to be. She palmed both handles of some double doors and pushed them open, quickly stepping into the room and closing them behind me.
    “It’s about time, treacle,” Jen snarled at me, flapping her sweaty hands.
    Shaking my head, I ignored her and walked over to Spirit, smiling softly, “You look absolutely stunning.” And she did. Her long black hair had been piled high on her head in an elegant twist, various twinkling pins holding it in place as a few tendrils softly fell down the edge of her pretty face. Her dress was so her, the long body hugging, white silk intricately embroided with black thread in an exquisite flowing pattern. Simple but absolutely perfect.
    She kissed me back then lifted the hem of her dress. I burst into laughter at the sight of her black Dockers. “Perfect!” I expressed as she winked at me.
    “Where have you been?” Jen asked again.
    Sighing, I turned to her and pouted. “Bloody idiots outside. Look,” I turned showing her the gape in the waistline of