The flashes had drawn attention from the wedding, and people were turning to see what was going on, craning their necks toward them.
Liddy and Callum exchanged a look, then started laughing.
“Show us the ring, Liddy!” one of her uncles yelled from the dance floor.
Wonderful.
She turned toward Callum . . . and kissed him like no one was watching.
Epilogue
One Year Later
The bathing suit-wearingbaby girl in Liddy’s arms was cuter than any baby had a right to be, and as she stared at her aunt with a toothless smile, Liddy’s heart melted. “Isn’t she just perfect?” she asked Callum. “Almost makes you want one.”
“I think we should get lots of practice on themaking babiespart,” Callum whispered in Liddy’s ear, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
Liddy snickered and handed Tara back to Elle’s outstretched hands. “Hear that, Elle? My fiancé practically has baby fever.”
Callum laughed, his arms tightening. “That isnotwhat I said.”
Elle set Tara on her shoulder, then bounced her in a way that seemed like a habit at this point. “All I can say is that you will never know how much time you had and wasted until you have kids. Right, Q?”
Quinn pushed his sunglasses back, squinting at them from the lounge chair beside the pool. His eyes were red rimmed with lack of sleep. “What?”
“Go back to your nap. It’s not important.” Elle blew him a kiss. She turned toward her parents. “But seriously, Mom, do you think you could take Tara to the beach for a couple of hours this afternoon so I could get some sleep?”
Brenda Winnick held both hands out for her granddaughter. “I’ll take her whenever you want. Don’t get to see my baby barely enough.”
“You’re over at the house five days a week, Mom,” Elle said with a shake of her head.
“I’m the one who doesn’t get to see my granddaughter,” Quinn’s mom piped up, coming up beside them.
Liddy turned toward Callum. “I think this is our cue to exit before the moms start a fistfight.”
Callum grabbed their beers, and they slipped away together, heading away fromLa Hacienda'spool area.
The idea to have a family reunion atLa Haciendafor Elle and Quinn’s one-year anniversary had been Arthur Camden’s. And while not everyone could make it, with most of the family not having had a chance to meet Tara, a surprising number of family members had come to the reunion.
“It’s like the wedding all over again,”Quinn had said with a rueful look when they’d arrived.
In some ways, it was. ButLa Haciendahad changed a lot, and it had also been an excellent opportunity for Liddy and Callum to check on the progress of the renovations.
The pool had been expanded, as well as the deck area for it. And all the bungalows had gotten a major facelift, including king-sized beds in all of them. Isla had hired Sergio as an in-house tour operator, and apparently, that was drawing more bachelorette parties to the site. Callum had also arranged for Kat to be their official wedding planner.
Elle and Quinn’s wedding really had been the catalyst forLa Hacienda’srebirth.Callum’s mom still did yoga, and all the beachy, eco-friendly sweetness that Liddy had loved about this place was intact—especially the hammocks on the front porches of each bungalow.
Settling her head against Callum’s shoulder, Liddy followed him toward the beach. “The weather’s been really nice this year.” She waved at Kyle, who was getting good at surfing. “Maybe we ought to find Kyle a nice girl. Do you know anyone?”
“He’ll be fine.” Callum snuggled her into his arms. “And, no. I had enough trouble finding a nice girl myself.”
She pulled back and gave him a flirtatious grin. “You didn’t call me nice when we were in bed this morning.”
He set a kiss to her lips. “That’s because I forgot how wild this country makes you. Not that I’m complaining.”
She kissed him back. “That’s because I love it here. It reminds me of where I fell in love with you. On that front porch where we had sex in the hammock. You were very drunk and very cute. I might have to get you like that later.”
“Yeah?” He laughed, then took a swig of his beer. “I’ll keep that in mind.”