Declan’s pulled out all the stops for the wedding reception, which takes place at Jason’s new vineyard. Gas heat lamps have been placed at intervals around the stone patio keeping the cold November air at bay. But I don’t need a heat lamp to stay warm when Alison is dancing in my arms. My stomach growls loudly just as the band takes a break.
“Hungry?” Alison asks.
“Mostly for you,” I say into her ear. “But we need sustenance. Let’s go take a look at the buffet.”
It’s a true smorgasbord, with offerings from all of Emmaline’s favorite restaurants. “Ooh, look at that ravioli,” Alison coos, taking four, along with a small spoonful of caprese salad.
“I didn’t know you liked Italian.”
She crooks her head. “Why wouldn’t I? I like everything.”
I run a finger down the bridge of her nose. “Bec
