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wedding for four nights in Paris at the specified hotel. Do you want any of your stuff moved to mine while we are away?”
    “To make it a little more homely!” Kate gave a bitter laugh. Oh Isaak, she thought, I doubt we’ll even make it through the honeymoon. “No thank you.”
    “Very well, if you have any questions then just contact me.” He gave her his phone number and asked for hers.
    Reluctantly she gave it to him.
    “It would help if you could tell me how you met my uncle, perhaps that could be how we were introduced. I will need something for the press release.”
    “Of course,” Kate answered, she just wanted him gone. Today had left her drained. “Your uncle and I met at the library.”
    “And you just started talking?” Isaak frowned.
    “No,” Kate shook her head. “I hold classes at the library. I’m a genealogist,” Kate explained and Isaak felt a prickle on the back of his neck as Kate continued. “Ivor wanted to find out more about his family history.”
    “And?”
    “I helped him. Those friends you saw me smiling at took the class with him. Ivor had been coming along for more than a year.”
    “And that’s it?” Isaak asked, waiting for her to elaborate and tell him about their trip to Russia but Kate didn’t.
    “That’s it.”
    “And what did Ivor find out?” Isaak asked.
    Kate merely shrugged.
    “Kate?” His voice demanded but she just gave him a black smile.
    “Where on the contract does it state that I have to tell you that?”
    “It doesn’t.”
    “Then I shan’t.” She showed him to her door. “I’ll see you at the wedding.”
    Isaak walked off, his heart hammering in his chest, for once shaken.
    He loathed his family history and did everything he could to keep it hidden.
    Isaak returned to the car that would take him to his uncle’s wake, but his grief was pushed aside for a moment and as he looked back at Kate’s house, he was seriously unsettled.
    Just how much about his family did Kate know?

Chapter 4
    T he bells rang a magnificent wedding zvon .
    Kate stood on the church stairs beside her new husband. Her mother’s three strands of pearls that had been gifted to Kate as a wedding present felt as if they were choking her. That her mother had taken over the organising and had even given her pearls as if it were a real wedding hurt Kate deeply.
    That her brothers could shake Isaak’s hand and congratulate him made her feel ill.
    This, Kate vowed, would be the last time she would help them.
    In respect to Ivor, and to Roman’s late wife, the reception would be a short one but the gorko , which translated to bitter taste, was the main part she had been dreading about the day.
    The wedding she had managed to get through. The honeymoon would be a pleasure, for she couldn’t wait to see Isaak’s reaction to her news but it was the one kiss she had agreed to with Ivor that was causing butterflies for Kate now.
    “You look very beautiful,” Isaak said as they took their seats at the reception table. He had already told her once as they stood in the church door holding candles, but he said it again for she did.
    And yet, Isaak had thought when he had first seen her, the dress, which belonged in her family, wasn’t quite the right style for her subtle shape and he missed the freckles on her nose that had been removed by the makeup artist. Her hair had been smoothed and carefully pinned when Isaak had preferred her in curls.
    “Soon they will shout gorko ,” Isaak said, “and then—”
    “Your uncle explained what would happen.”
    It had been the part she had dreaded for her and Ivor’s lips had never met, but it was tradition for the newly married couple to down shots of vodka and kiss for a long time to take away the taste of bitter.
    She was dreading it for different reasons now.
    The thought of kissing Ivor had revolted but the thought of kissing Isaak deeply unsettled Kate in different ways.
    It terrified her in fact.
    Deny it all she might but there