I tuned them out as they argued, and watched as Sarai spun in a circle, her wedding dress floating out around her. The dance floor was full of friends and family, but I knew that somewhere in the crowd Clover was doing his damnedest to woo Hailey. After we’d left Missouri, they’d formed a friendship that was as close as that of any couple I’d ever seen, but my old buddy was holding a torch. It would be interesting to see how that all played out.

“What are you guys doing over here?” my little sister, Kate, asked as she came to stand beside me. “You’re like a bunch of wallflowers.”

“Just enjoying the show,” I said, pointing with my champagne flute at her son, who was currently wiggling his eyebrows at Sarai.

“Oh, good grief,” she said with a laugh. “He can barely speak to girls his own age, but when he gets around older women, he thinks he’s Mr. Smooth.”

“The boy’s got game,” Kate’s husband, Shane, said, joining us. “Gets that from his dad.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit,” Ani barked, laughing.

“You wish you had game,” Bram said to Shane, grinning.

“He does,” Kate argued. She turned to Shane. “You totally do.”

I chuckled. “Do you guys mind?” I asked. “I’m trying to ogle my wife.”

“You can ogle your wife at home,” Ani replied with a wave of her hand.

“And so can everyone else,” Morgan said as she and Trevor walked up. “You need to get some blinds on your windows. Me and Trev stopped by the other night, and we could see right into the house.”

“That’s because we live in the middle of nowhere,” I said in exasperation. “We shouldn’t have to put blinds on the windows.”

“You built your house on the family property,” Bram replied, reaching past Ani to shove good-naturedly at my shoulder. “That’s just asking for family members to show up whenever they want.”

“Sarai wanted to be close,” I murmured as I watched her raise her hands above her head and clap. The smile on her face was so bright, I swore it lit the entire room.

We’d come a long way from the two broken people who’d shown up on my parents’ doorstep looking for a place to heal. Our counselor said that people were a constant work in progress, and I guessed that was true, but I didn’t think I’d ever feel happier than I did in that moment.

She turned toward me, grinning, then raised her eyebrows as her gaze moved over our group. When she strode toward me, I pushed myself away from the wall.

“Is this a private party,” she joked, “or is anyone invited?”

“I guess you can hang with us,” Morgan joked as I pulled Sarai toward me for a kiss.