Someone had mentioned he would be at the wedding. He was an old friend of the groom, just as she was, but Lisa had thought he was a no-show.
She’d looked around for him before the service, and hadn’t seen him in the church either. But now here he was, as the reception was winding up, wearing a smart suit, chatting to another guest outside the marquee.
Martin Floyd glanced up and caught Lisa staring. He smiled, nodded, and patted the arm of the man he was talking to, wrapping up the conversation as swiftly as he could. Then he wandered over across the lawn.
‘Hi there!’
‘Hello,’ Lisa said. ‘You’re either extremely late or you’ve been hiding in the shadows.’
‘Were you looking for me?’
‘No.’
He chuckled. ‘I was late, actually. Unavoidable. I got to the church just as everyone was coming out. I didn’t think anyone had noticed.’ He paused, as though making the point that had noticed his absence. ‘Anyway, I’ve since kissed the groom and shaken the hand of the