The music had mellowed into something warm and nostalgic, the kind of rhythm that made even the toughest guys sway a little. My cheeks ached from smiling. My feet were sore. And my heart—my heart was doing that thing where it danced and sank at the same time.
Luca was off with Bruce and Sal, probably arguing over which bottle to open next. Sam was perched near the cake table, keeping one eye on the crowd and one on me. And Talia—our frosting-smeared flower girl—was stirring under the table like a sugar-fueled gremlin.
I crouched beside her, brushing a curl from her cheek. “Hey, you still got one job left.”
Her eyes popped open. “Baby Time?”
I nodded. “Let’s go make some noise.”
Gina stood beside Gio, glowing and gorgeous, one hand resting on her belly, the other gripping his fingers l
