Chapter 35
Tom looked around at the condition their home was in, empty glasses and the remains of the wedding feast on every flat surface, white rose petals crushed into the carpeting, and white crepe paper streamers and deflated balloons hanging forlornly from the ceiling. The small, intimate affair had grown to total more than seventy. Nothing compared to Rush’s brother’s wedding, but a good size for their little corner of Savannah.
And his mother had rolled up her sleeves and dug in, a martial light in her normally soft blue eyes, gleefully rising to the challenge.
Everyone had partied on, even after Thaddeus and Rush had slipped away to one of Savannah’s more luxurious hotels for their honeymoon. When they came home in a few days, they’d open their presents, which were still piled u
