I saw Liam see Holly, and I saw Holly see Liam, and whoa. This would be interesting. Mom noticed it too because she gave me big eyes from Liam’s side.

“Liam, this is my sister Holly. Holly, Liam is Luke’s bff.” His eyes never left her face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Liam. I’m going home. I’ll see you again tomorrow, Lily,” Holly said and jogged off. Holly lived in a big treehouse that she’d built with my dad in the forested area at the rear of the property.

“Everyone is staying here tonight. My nerves won’t be able to take it if anyone goes home,” Mom announced. For once, I agreed with her. A night with everyone under the same roof sounded just fine to me.

“Liam, your room is ready. Come on, honey, and I’ll show you where everything is.” Liam followed my mother into the house.

“Good night, kids. I’m going home, but it’s just right over the garage, so I think your mama can handle it,” Gram said with a wink and took off. Violet handed Calla off to Luke, then headed inside. Everyone trickled in after her until it was just Luke and me, and Dylan and Calla, and, of course, Rocky left on the porch.

My little family. Surrounded by my big family. Safe and sound.

Epilogue

Lily

“You’ve already started planning my wedding?” I was incredulous. We were having a girls’ lunch on the patio by the pool at my parents’ house. Mom, my sisters, and I were eating, toasting my engagement, and poking over the events that had happened this summer. Well, we were talking about Violet’s marriage, Luke and me, and Rose was dodging questions about Trevor. She’d spill it eventually, or more likely, one of us would overhear or witness something.

“Of course. Rose, Violet, and I started planning it when you and Luke went out on your second first date,” Mom said, looking at me like I was stupid or something. Like I had some nerve wanting to participate in the planning of my own wedding. I glared accusingly at my sisters.

“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t here for all that nonsense,” Holly said. I raised my glass, and she clinked it with hers. At least I had one of them on my side.

“You don’t like planning parties,” Violet said. This was true, but so not the point.

“Um, this is my wedding. This is different.”

“We decided to let you pick the dress,” Rose said. “We have a folder full of options.” What the what?

“Come on, darling. Just look at what we’ve got so far,” Mom said, pushing the wedding binder closer to me on the table. “Please, you won’t be mad once you see what we’ve planned so far.”