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and switching the scowl for his customary couldn’t-give-a-toss-about-anything smile.
    ‘Sure?’
    He nodded and widened his smile because there was no way on earth he was going to let Dan in on the trouble he had with Celia. ‘Quite sure. Congratulations, by the way.’
    Dan grinned. ‘Thanks.’
    ‘Great ceremony.’
    ‘The best. And thanks for being my best man.’
    ‘No problem. I’m glad I made it in time.’ He’d bust a gut over the past couple of days to get here—and whatever Celia thought it had had nothing to do with over-clingy lovers—and he might be knackered, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way because he and Dan had been good friends for nearly twenty years.
    ‘So am I,’ said Dan, and then he asked, ‘So why the thunderous expression? What’s up?’
    Marcus shrugged. ‘Just trying to remember my speech.’
    Dan shot him a knowing look that held more than a hint of amusement. ‘Sure you aren’t ruminating about the lack of single women here?’
    Oddly enough—when it was generally the first thing he ascertained at any kind of social gathering—searching for likely conquests this afternoon hadn’t crossed his mind. ‘Maybe a bit,’ he said, largely because Dan seemed to be expecting it.
    ‘Sorry about that, but we wanted to keep the wedding small.’
    ‘No problem.’
    ‘Has it been a while, then?’
    ‘Six months.’
    Dan’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Wow. Because of...what was her name again?’
    ‘Noelle.’ As the memory of his last girlfriend, who’d turned into a complete psycho stalker, flashed into his head he shuddered. ‘And yes.’
    Dan grunted in sympathy. ‘I can see how after everything she did you’d be a bit wary, but, come on, six months? That must be a record.’
    ‘Not one I’ll be boasting about.’
    ‘No,’ agreed Dan. ‘Why would you?’
    ‘Quite.’
    ‘And not one you’ll be breaking today, I should think,’ Dan mused.
    ‘What makes you say that?’
    ‘Celia’s the only single woman here.’
    ‘Is she?’
    ‘And judging by the way you were looking at her just now I’m guessing she’s not a likely target.’
    Marcus inwardly recoiled. Celia? A target? As if. He couldn’t stand her. And as she could stand him even less, even if he were insane/deluded/drunk enough to make a pass at her again, which he most certainly was not, in all likelihood he’d get a knee to the groin.
    ‘Didn’t we just clear that up?’ he muttered, really not wanting to dwell on that particular outcome.
    ‘Not very satisfactorily.’ Dan rubbed a hand along his jaw and frowned, as if in contemplation. ‘You know, Zoe mentioned she thinks you do it a lot.’
    ‘Do what?’
    ‘Scowl at Celia.’
    ‘Do I?’
    Dan nodded. ‘Pretty much every time you come into contact, apparently.’
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘So what’s with the two of you? Why the friction? What did she do to you?’
    Interesting that Dan thought it would be that way round when everyone else would have automatically assumed he’d be the one to blame. ‘She didn’t do anything to me,’ he said with a casual shrug. Apart from reject him. Resist him. Ignore him. Avoid him. And drive him bonkers by getting to him when he’d never had any trouble not letting her get to him before. ‘We just don’t get along. That’s all. Sorry.’
    ‘No. Well, she is something of an acquired taste, I’ll grant you.’
    One that he’d briefly acquired when he’d been an angry and out-of-control teenager but wouldn’t be acquiring again, so he hmmed non-committally and sought to change the subject. ‘Zoe looks radiant,’ he said, watching the bride smiling and chatting, happiness shimmering all around her like some kind of corona.
    ‘She does,’ said Dan with the kind of pride in his voice Marcus couldn’t ever imagine feeling, which was just as well because marriage was not for him. ‘She also has a different take on it.’
    ‘A different take on what?’
    ‘You and Celia.’
    Marcus frowned. So much for