Rob pulled a face. ‘Yeah. A posh prick with a snooty apartment in Östermalm. Hannah’s been trying to pretend work kept him away from the wedding but we know he thinks we’re beneath him.’

Rob paused as an older woman bustled up and threw her arms around him, flushed and giggly. ‘I haven’t had a dance with my new nephew-in-law! Our Leesa’s a lucky girl to have snagged you.’

Rob allowed himself to be pulled towards the dance floor with a good-natured grin, tossing back over his shoulder, ‘We need to finish this conversation later.’

Nico watched him go, sobering up fast. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Rob had warned him off Hannah. He could have negotiated past that juvenile old ‘no sisters, no exes’ teammates rule but not that Hannah was living with someone, whether or not it was in the elegant district of Östermalm. Of course Rob was concerned if he thought Nico was poaching. Nico had been on the other end of that treatment and he remembered the misery of knowing he’d been cheated on. Anger rose up to throttle him. Hannah hadn’t mentioned Albin! Being tipsy at a wedding didn’t excuse the signals she’d been sending him or the fact he hadn’t checked she was single. He had to stop it now.

His mood plunged.

Then a cooing voice called, ‘Niiii-co! Let’s dance!’ and Amanda Louise swept towards him, tossing her hair. He didn’t resist. At least dancing with her would keep him away from Hannah. And he was going to stop drinking right now.

Hannah’s heart somersaulted as, beyond the shifting bodies on the dance floor, she saw Nico reappear in the doorway. But now his face had become a set, strained mask, completely at odds with the loose, smiling Nico who’d gone upstairs to his daughter ten minutes ago. Her stomach sank. Maybe he hadn’t been able to settle Josie and was just popping down to tell Hannah goodnight?

But then a blonde head moved closer to his. Nico turned towards it with a perfunctory smile and he nodded. Hannah watched in dismay as the dance floor cleared sufficiently to give her a grandstand view of Amanda Louise leading him onto the polished floor, the swirling lights playing over her sinuous satin and his white shirt.

And Nico twirled her into a slow dance without looking Hannah’s way.

She recoiled, shocked how much she minded. Stonily, she watched Amanda Louise entwine her arms about his neck and gaze into his face, her lips moving, her head tilting coquettishly, words swallowed up by the band and the hubbub of voices shouting over the thrumming music.

Hoping Nico was simply being polite because Amanda Louise had asked him to dance Hannah waited, hardly able to breathe. One dance became two, then three and four. Nico didn’t look up from Amanda Louise once.