Here Comes The Bridesmaid

Chapter 1

TO: Jonathan Jones

FROM: Sunshine Smart

SUBJECT: Bridesmaid meets Best Man

Darling Jon

I've met Leo and I adore him!

We are on the same page, so fear not—your wedding reception will be everything you ever dreamed of!

Wish we could have the actual marriage in Sydney too, but hooray for enlightened New York!

Hugs and kisses to Caleb.

Sunny xxx

TO: Caleb Quartermaine

FROM: Leo Quartermaine

SUBJECT: WTF??????

Caleb

What are you doing to me?

Sunshine Smart cannot be a real name. And she wants to friend me on Facebook ! NOT JOKING!

Despite being dropped in it with the lunatic, I will ensure the dinner doesn't turn into a three-ring circus.

Can't wait to meet Jonathan—but please tell me he's nothing like his bridesmaid.

LQ

SUNSHINE SMART WAS looking forward to her second meeting with Leo Quartermaine. Despite their introductory meeting two days ago, lasting just ten minutes and ending with him declining her request to be Facebook friends.

She loved Leo's restaurants—well, what she'd read about them. Because she'd never actually eaten at one...which she was about to remedy.

She loved him on TV—tough but fair, judging those reality TV would-be chefs, and dreamy as when fronting Cook It Up With Leo.

She was predisposed to love anyone whose brother was smart enough to marry her best friend Jonathan Jones.

And she just—well, loved him. In that Isn't he adorable? way of loving people who were just so solid and serious and a teensy bit repressed.

But his hair—or lack thereof—was a problem. There was no reason for Leo to shave his head. It wasn't as if he had a comb-over issue. He could have a full head of hair if he wanted! Lush, thick, wheat-blond. She'd seen the 'before shaved head' photos on the internet. And the start of the regrowth at their first meeting. She'd read a comment in an article about it being easier in the kitchen without hair—but she wasn't asking for a ponytail!

Anyway, that could be fixed. There was time for him to grow it. She would just drop a word in his ear.

Sunshine checked her make-up. Her new red lipstick looked fabulous. Her eyes...well, what could you do? The grey eyeshadow was heavily layered; mascara so thick each lash look like a tarantula leg—make-up intended to distract people from her ocular weirdness. About which there was nothing she could do—unlike Leo Quartermaine's hair!

She got out of her car—a bright yellow 1970s relic—and walked purposefully towards Q Brasserie.

*

Leo Quartermaine heard Sunshine approach before he saw her.

He associated that tap-tapping rhythm on the polished concrete floor with her, despite only having met her once before.

He was betting she was wearing another pair of ankle-breaking high heels.

To be fair, she was a shoe designer. But shoe designers made flats, didn't they? Like those ballet slipper things. Not that he could picture Sunshine Smart in ballet slippers. Or trainers—crikey!