The wedding date was Kane's suggestion and her agreement, arrived at on a Tuesday evening over the kitchen island while Lucas sat in his bouncer doing the thing he had recently discovered where he watched ceiling fans with the intensity of someone examining evidence.
"Six weeks," Kane said. "Small. Here, not the city. Just the people who matter."
"Six weeks is fast."
"We've been engaged for four months. We have two sons. We live together." He looked at her. "What are we waiting for?"
She thought about it honestly. "Nothing," she said. "Six weeks."
He reached across the island and held her hand for a moment. Simple. Warm. The way he did things.
The planning was quiet and deliberate — a small ceremony on the beach, the brothers as witnesses, a dinner afterward at the house with twenty
