Sophie was silent for a moment. “You’re right. I don’t want anything to fall through the cracks today. It wouldn’t be fair to Chase and Chloe.”

“We’ll be there in a sec,” Lori said. “I need to talk to Jake about something.”

“He kissed me,” Sophie told her sister, her expression stubborn as she faced her. “Now you don’t have to talk about it. Let’s go.” She grabbed her sister’s hand and made sure they walked together past the shed.

Yet again, Jake was impressed with Sophie. Lori had a will strong enough to push most people around. He’d always assumed Sophie was the beta to her sister’s alpha.

Had he gotten it wrong all these years? Had he made the mistake of underestimating Sophie just because she didn’t feel the need to be the center of attention like the rest of them?

“Oh no!” Sophie exclaimed. “That little boy is about to knock over the chocolate Eiffel Tower.” She quickly moving toward the long food table and the hungry boy, leaving Jake alone with Sergeant Lori.

He was a dead man.

“What the hell was going on back there?” She narrowed her eyes and snarled, “What were you doing to my sister?”

Jake wished he knew. One moment he’d been trying to protect Sophie from some worthless wedding guest who only wanted her in his bed...the next she’d been in his arms and he’d been kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Lori took a step closer and he had to fight the urge to take a step back in retreat. “If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and take great pleasure in hurting you, too. Badly.” She smiled at him, a turning up of the lips that promised a great deal of future pain should he ever screw up again where Sophie was concerned. “And you’d better believe that I’ll keep you alive just so that I can send my brothers in to finish you off.” She cleared her face of murder before saying, “Now walk me back to my table and make it look believable that you and I were off getting into our usual trouble.”

She slid her hand into the crook of his arm and pinched him hard, just in case he needed a reminder that tangling with Sophie was where the real trouble was.

Bigger trouble than any a screwup like him had ever been in before.

Chapter Five

After righting the fondue tower in the nick of time, and pointing the little boy toward a bowl of Hershey’s Kisses, Sophie went to wash her hands and to take a few extra moments to compose herself. She put her hand on her belly as butterflies flew at the memory of how deliciously sensual she’d felt in Jake’s arms. He was even yummier, even more dangerous, even more potent, than she’d dreamed he’d be.

If only Lori hadn’t come searching for them, then maybe Sophie could have gotten past Jake’s all-too-clear remorse. “You deserve better,” was what he’d said to her just after the sweetness of his kiss had shot straight past her heart, all the way to her soul. At the very least, she wished she’d had time to convince him that his guilt and remorse were both misplaced.

She’d wanted that kiss just as much as he had. And they were two full-grown adults who could kiss whomever they wanted.

In any case, for the next few hours, she needed to push Jake’s kiss to the back of her mind and concentrate her attention where it should be: on making sure Chase and Chloe’s wedding was absolutely perfect. Later, she’d relive those moments when all her dreams came true, when she’d been in Jake’s arms and it felt like the sun was never going to stop shining, and it seemed utterly impossible that he might not actually want her beyond that kiss.

She let the guests’ laughter warm her before she headed to the big round table she was sharing with her siblings and their significant others. Noting that her mother, who was sitting with her close friends, had a worried look on her face, Sophie made sure to stop by her seat.

“It was a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it, Mom?”

“It was,” her mother agreed. But Mary’s eyes were too perceptive by half. “You’ve done enough work, Sophie. Have some fun.”

“I am,” she told her mother. And she was.

Kissing Jake McCann was the most fun she’d ever had in her life.

Lori and Jake walked by just then, arm in arm, Lori laughing at something he’d said, then punching him in the shoulder, hard enough that Sophie was fairly certain he was hiding a wince of pain behind his smile.

“Tell Jake he needs to get out from behind that bar, too. I want him to celebrate with the rest of us.”

Her mother had never asked her about her feelings for Jake. But Sophie had never been able to hide what was in her heart from her mother. Especially not now, when she was feeling more than she ever had for the man who had stolen her heart when she’d been a little girl, and had taken more of it every year that passed.

“I know how much you love to dance, and he’s the perfect height to be your partner,” Mary Sullivan suggested before kissing her daughter’s cheek.

Sophie felt her eyes grow wet. Of course her mother hadn’t commented on her makeup, her hair, or the dress. She’d simply seen beneath everything on the outside straight to what was going on inside.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Mary Sullivan kissed her again. “Now, be sure to tell your brothers to keep those speeches clean.”

Budding tears gave way to laughter as Sophie said, “Would it be bad if I told Zach and Ryan they’re needed on the other side of town, instead?”

Her mother laughed with her at the thought that her brothers would even think about staying in line when given the chance to say something shocking about Chase in front of such a large crowd.

Sophie quickly stopped by Chase and Chloe’s seats. “Is everything going okay so far?”

Chloe hugged her tight. “It’s the most beautiful wedding in the world. I can hardly believe it’s mine.”

“Thanks, sis,” Chase said, “You’re one heck of a wedding planner.”

Sophie didn’t bother to hide her wide grin. She adored Chloe and was beyond thrilled for Chase. “If it’s okay with both of you, I’d like to get rolling on the speeches.”

When they agreed, Sophie walked up to the table where her brothers and sister were waiting for her to set them loose. Before anyone could ask her where she’d been for the past half hour, she gave the microphone to Marcus. “You’re first, and then pass the microphone to the next oldest. Jake will go after the boys, then Lori and I will go last.”