They would make their home on the bayou and Bryce was looking forward to moving in. In fact, she’d sort of moved in already since she spent most of her weekends at his place anyway.

Ray and Ashley hadn’t attended the wedding since Ashley had given birth to twins two weeks ago. A boy and a girl. Despite Ashley’s mother’s objections, they had named the boy Devon and the girl Ryan. Kaegan and Bryce had seen the babies and thought they were mini Rays. Kaegan said he couldn’t wait to have babies with Bryce. They had talked about it and they wanted at least four. She wondered if, like Ashley, she could return from her honeymoon pregnant.

“I can’t believe how grown up the girls look,” she said of Reid and Gloria’s granddaughters, and Sawyer and Vashti’s daughters, Jade and Kia.

“Girls? I think you mean young ladies of eighteen. I noticed how Sawyer is keeping his eyes on any of the young men vying for their attention tonight.”

Bryce laughed. “I noticed, too.”

“Would you care to dance with me, the future Mrs. Chambray?” Kaegan asked her.

She smiled up at him. “I’d love to.”

As he took her into his arms, she knew it might be ten years in the making, but they had finally found home again with each other. This time it would last forever.

* * * * *

Here’s a special sneak peek at The House on Blueberry Lane, the next book in the Catalina Cove series from New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson.

Velvet Spencer sat in front of her TV with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other. There had to be something worth watching other than romance movies and cop shows. She was in the mood for none of those. In her present frame of mind, she should just finish her wine and go on to bed.

Anything was better than letting her thoughts dwell on that town hall meeting she’d attended last week, when she’d seen Jaye Colfax for the first time in two years. That’s when she had ended their relationship and left Phoenix without telling him where she was headed. For two years she had tried building another life for herself in Catalina Cove, and had done a fairly good job.

And now he was here.

His presence was already the talk of the town. Everyone at that meeting had been introduced to the wealthy entrepreneur who had purchased the only bank in Catalina Cove. Women were whispering about how drop-dead-gorgeous he was and speculating about what it would take to capture such a man’s eye. She had been tempted to tell them unless they were in for an affair that led nowhere, not to waste their time.

Velvet put the remote on the table and went into the kitchen. She was about to pour some more wine when her doorbell sounded.

When she reached the door, she asked, “Who is it?”