Elizabeth had never been to a wedding at a registry office before. She and Martin had taken their vows at a local church; not that she was especially religious, it was just the done thing in those days. Phillipa looked gorgeous in dusky pink satin with an ivory fascinator and matching shoes. Sunil looked dashing in a navy pinstripe suit, his long hair secured by an elastic band. He looked brooding and handsome, there was definitely the touch of alpha male about him and for a fleeting moment she thought of Jason. The pair of them reminded Elizabeth of those statues of male Greek gods you see in art galleries, with their rugged good looks chiselled out of marble and their well-defined, muscular limbs arranged in lewd positions. Elizabeth flushed at the memory of Jason Brooke’s naked body arc
