Chapter Thirty-Three
April, eight months later
Cecilia's stomach was a zoo for butterflies. "Quick, turn on the T.V."
Trace pulled her into his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. "We have fifteen minutes. I promise we won't miss it."
Neither his words nor his affection did anything to reassure her. This was quite possibly the biggest moment in her life. She looked around the group gathered at Mike McAllister's brewery, the only place in town that was big enough, and had a television screen. Mike had tapped another keg of his Celebration Ale, a scotch ale he'd first brewed a year ago for the Mayor's race, and which had become so popular, it was now part of Mike's regular rotation. Cecilia wasn't much of a beer drinker, but everyone loved Big Mike. And she loved this big boisterous g
