At the wedding, Sully danced with his two women: Cordelia and Iris. The baby cooed between them, her tiny fist holding on to Sully’s stupidly-expensive tie. He didn’t even care that the small fingers were covered in drool.
Cordelia glanced down. “She loves dancing, huh?”
Sully held the baby closer to his chest. “She loves being held.”
“Who doesn’t?”
They shared a smile, and then he leaned down to kiss Cordelia. It was just a quick peck on the lips, light and easy, but she felt it all the way to her toes.
“How’s your leg?” he asked. “You need to sit down yet?”
“Yeah, in a few minutes. I’m OK.”
He looked over at the table, spotted Sean shoveling more food into his mouth. “Wow. That kid can eat, huh?”
“He’s a growing boy.” Cordelia poked his chest. “Don’t you remember those early year
