“I’d like to propose a toast,” Mike called out, tapping a champagne flute. “I know I speak for the Sinclaire family as well, when I say thank you so much for joining us today. This group embodies what we love about Prairie. Your love and support make all things possible.”
Jason looked out over the faces of the people assembled. People he’d barely known a year ago, like the Graces, or the Sinclaires and the Hansens. They’d become part of the daily fabric of his life. The family of his choosing.
He glanced over at his father and Angelique, who looked bored. And his brother Declan. Where was Austin? In typical fashion, Austin had probably disappeared to chase a skirt. He should be glad they came. Millie had insisted on inviting them. Only Nico and Ronnie had sent their regrets, and to be ho
