Honeymoon Suite Page 43
by Wendy Holden
‘For a drink?’ Nell asked. It was only mid-morning, but there was a lot to celebrate. They should all go.
‘To organise a certain little party.’ Rachel smiled at Dan.
Juno rolled her eyes. ‘Soppy. Ugh.’
Dan ruffled her hair. ‘All your fault, Miss Marple. If you hadn’t been so desperate to talk to me about my near-death experience . . .’
Nell clapped her hands. ‘You’re having your reception at the Arms? Lovely!’
‘And our first night,’ Rachel grinned.
Nell’s mouth dropped open. ‘You’re not booking . . . ?’
‘The honeymoon suite? Of course! Where else?’
