Sunday night, Big Mac McCarthy called his family together for a meeting to go over the final plans for their trip to Anguilla in the morning. He’d taken great pleasure in planning every detail of the trip on behalf of his kids, their families, his brothers, niece and nephews. How often would an opportunity like this come along now that all the kids were grown and had families and lives of their own? Big Mac wanted it to be perfect for them, especially Evan, who’d arrived at the powwow without his fiancée.

“Where’s Grace?” Big Mac asked his son, who’d been smiling from ear to ear for the last week as they counted down to his big day.

“She’s running late at work, but she’ll be here. Today’s her last day at the pharmacy for a while, and she’s turning everything over to Fiona.”

“You two have so much to look forward to,” Big Mac said, embracing his fourth son.

Evan returned the hug. “Yes, we do.”

“Love you, son. I’m so proud of you and Grace, and I can’t wait to see you two tie the knot.”

“I can’t wait either, and thank you for all you did to get everyone there.”

“It was a pleasure.”

Linda came over to greet Evan with a hug, a kiss and a beer that he gratefully accepted.

“Thanks, Mom.”

She patted his face. “One last time—mother of the groom. I can’t wait.”

“Me either. I’m so ready.”

“That’s because you got it just right.”

“I certainly did.”

“We can’t wait to officially welcome Grace to our family.”

Evan blew out a deep breath as he battled his emotions. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow. Been a long time coming.”

The others began to arrive in waves—Joe, Janey and PJ, Mac, Maddie, Thomas and Hailey, Stephanie and Grant, Ned and Francine, Tiffany, Blaine and Ashleigh, Kevin and Chelsea, who’d decided to accept Kevin’s invitation, Riley, Finn, Shane and Katie, Owen, Laura and Holden, Mallory, Frank and Betsy, and finally, Adam and Abby, who were still tanned from the honeymoon cruise Adam had surprised her with.

“Now that the gang’s all here,” Big Mac said, calling the meeting to order the way he did town council meetings, “let’s go over the itinerary.”

“Where’s Grace?” Stephanie asked as she and the others devoured the pizza he’d bought for them at Mario’s.

“She’ll be here,” Evan said, eyeing the front door. “Any minute now.”

“Joseph,” Big Mac said to his son-in-law, “you’ve got the ferry tickets.”

“Yes, sir.” Joe made a production of handing out tickets to everyone.

“You’ll note the time on that ticket is zero eight hundred,” Big Mac said sternly.

“Freaking butt crack of dawn on a vacation day,” Mac said.