Husband Material (London Calling, #2)

by Alexis Hall

if you’re going to be insensitive, I’m not going to invite you to my wedding.” The old me would have thought if I ever needed encouragement to be insensitive, this was it. And, frankly, the new me thought the same. “You’re getting married?” I asked. Alex’s sleepy eyes flashed shock at me. “How do you know?” Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You just threatened not to invite me to your wedding, and that would be a weird thing to do if you weren’t getting married. Also, you’ve been engaged for at least two years.” “I say. Well deduced. That dashed clever boyfriend of yours must be rubbing off on you.” “Clearly.” “Anyway, Miffy and I thought we should, you know, do the decent thing. Being engaged is smashing and everything, but one is technically supposed to get married at the end of it. Besides, can’t keep a girl waiting around forever. And neither of us are getting any younger.” Crap. I’d reached the stage of my life where people who were younger than me were worrying that they were getting too old for stuff. “I mean,” I said, “you’ve still got plenty of time, haven’t you? Really?” And now what was I doing? Why was I trying to talk Alex out of marrying the gorgeous, heiress fiancée he’d probably—although knowing Alex not necessarily—been engaged to for years. He shrugged. “Well, maybe. But you never know what could happen. You could get trampled by a horse tomorrow.” “In London?” “No, but back at the house. Happened to my uncle Freddie. Three days before his wedding, wasn’t looking whe...