At long last, it was over. Laurel was officially a graduate of Vanderbilt Law School. Number three in her class. She’d been hooded, congratulated by faculty and friends, and now she was wading through the chaos of the crowd on Curry Field, trying to find her family. It had rained last night, so she hadn’t worn her heels on the sodden grass, and she cursed the fact that the DNA gods hadn’t seen fit to pass on any of her father or brother’s height. Maybe she should stand on one of the chairs set out under the big tent.
“Laurel!”
Turning, she spotted Sebastian, cutting through the crowd like a knife. Everything inside her lit up at the sight of him. So she was laughing as he scooped her up, spinning her in a circle.
“Hot damn, you did it!”
“Yes, I did! I missed you.” She framed his face a
