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Chapters (38)
  1. Copyright
  2. Author's Note
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. A Gansett Island Short Story
  34. Acknowledgements
  35. I Want to Hold Your Hand
  36. Other Books By Marie Force
  37. About The Author
  38. Marie's Upcoming Events

“Funny,” Owen said, “I was thinking the same thing, although ours will be pretty low fuss.”

“That’s all I’m capable of at the moment,” Laura said with a wry grin for him as she rested a hand on her belly. She was relieved to see him making an effort to engage with their friends.

“Still sick every day?” Abby Callahan asked.

“Every single day without fail,” Laura replied. “It took five full months with Holden, so three months to go.”

“Ugh,” Laura’s cousin Adam McCarthy said. “That’s gotta be awful.”

“It’s not the most fun I’ve ever had. That’s for sure.”

“So I guess our destination wedding is the exact opposite of no muss, no fuss,” Evan McCarthy said.

“Your destination wedding is going to get us all out of here in the dead of winter,” Blaine Taylor said. “I’m all for it.”

“Absolutely,” his wife, Tiffany, said. “Bring it on.”

“Until today, you guys had the record for the lowest-fuss wedding,” Evan’s fiancée, Grace Ryan, said. “I think Seamus and Caro have your three-day engagement beat, though.”

“Wouldn’t change a thing about the way we got married,” Blaine said with a smile for his wife. “It was just what we wanted.”

“I’m all for eloping and skipping the whole production,” Grant said.

“Mom would kill you if you did that,” his brother Evan replied. “Like she did when you forgot to tell her you were engaged.”

Grant winced. “She was pretty pissed.”

“Mom believes she has an inalienable right to see us all get married,” Mac said. “As the oldest and wisest, I firmly recommend against elopement.”

His comment led to paper napkins from his three unmarried brothers flying through the air, hitting him squarely in the face. Laughing, Mac batted them away.

“You’re such a windbag,” Adam said.

“He does get a little windy at times,” Maddie said of her husband, who glowered at her playfully. “What? You do! It’s Mac’s way or the highway.”

Sydney Donovan and her husband, Luke Harris, carried their plates to the table.

“Push over and let us in,” Syd said.

“You’re just in time to join the conversation about what a windbag Mac is,” Grant said to Luke.

“Oh, I’m in,” Luke said. “What’s he pontificating about now?”

“The perils of eloping when Linda McCarthy is your mother,” Maddie said.

“Yikes, I hate to ever agree with Mac,” Luke said. “However, in this case, I’m afraid I might have to.”

“Gee, thanks,” Mac said to his longtime friend and business partner. “How painful was that for you?”

“Excruciating,” Luke said with an engaging grin. “So who’s eloping?”

“I’d love to,” Grant said. “How great would that be? Just me and Steph and an Elvis impersonator in Vegas?”

“I’m going to get another glass of wine,” Stephanie said as she got up from the table. “Anyone need anything?”