Joseph Burke hadn’t changed a whit since college. He was still as long-winded as ever—if eloquent. But he failed to display his daughter’s sensitivity to audience as he continued to wax poetic in his toast to the bride and groom. Sandy resisted the urge to check her watch to see how long he’d been going and instead slowly turned her wine glass by the stem. Thank God, they’d saved toasts until after the main course was served.
At least he wasn’t being critical. Poor Norah had been on edge since the moment he’d gotten off the plane. She sat at the center of one of the long tables set up for the rehearsal dinner, hand clasped with Cam’s, her face set in stiff, polite lines, clearly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
As waitstaff silently cleared away the dinner plates and began to serve de
