Page 130 of Family Bonds- Garrett & Justine

She’d been told Grace was the head chef here and her line founded the first resort on the island. The biggest and most grand and sought out wedding destination that Grace helped put on the map even more by being on a cooking competition over a year ago.

“It is,” Garrett said. “Maybe not as beautiful as you.”

She laughed. “The part about you needing CPR every time I come out in a dress is getting old. I’m thinking every other time I look frumpy.”

Garrett was in a black suit and tie. She was more formal than she’d ever been before and even went to Boston to get a long gown for this wedding.

“Never that,” he said. “You take my breath away every morning I get to wake up next to you.”

And since they were spending more nights together, it was kind of funny for him to say that.

There were only two more months left before she had to return to Boston unless she decided to stay on the island.

It was ranking up there on her list of things she wanted to do. Especially since everyone said winter on the island was at least calmer than in Boston.

Made sense in a way. There were fewer people on the island during the winter. At that point, it was mainly residents or weekend tourists.

There was part of her that wanted to experience it before she made a decision but then told herself she picked up and moved to Boston without knowing either.

But Garrett hadn’t been pushing her and she appreciated that.

He’d been giving her some space to come to terms with everything she’d been through but being by her side just as equally.

“And I haven’t had to give you CPR yet,” she said, grinning.

“Justine,” Selena said, moving toward them in the lobby. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” she said. She knew it was just a friendly greeting and not checking up on her. Though that had happened a lot early on.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Selena said. “Oh, I’ll be back. I know we are sitting together.”

“Bye, Mom,” Garrett said. “She’s hovering.”

“I guess I know where you get it from,” she said, smiling. She heard her name called and turned to see Roark coming toward her.

“Hi, Roark,” she said.

“It’s good to see you,” Roark said. “Things are going well?”

She tried to hold the snort back. He’d been so helpful to her, but she was getting tired of the question. “They are. I’m sure you know we are still waiting for the sentencing, but Elise did plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter. Not that she had much of a choice when it was all on video.”

“I have been following up on this,” he said. “And this is my wife, Chelsea.”

Chelsea had been turned talking to someone else. Justine knew she was going to be introduced to many people today, but she was happy to know enough of them.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she said, shaking the tall blonde’s hand. Only in her dreams was she that tall. Being the shortest in the room always made people feel as if she had to be protected.

Maybe her actions played a part in it, but she was trying so hard to move beyond that.

“I heard Emma might track you down later. Just giving you a heads up.”

She smiled. “I love talking to your sister,” she said to Roark. “But I’m positive she’s a little busy today.”

She’d been told Emma was the maid of honor, being first cousins with Grace. Hailey, who was also a first cousin, was a bridesmaid, along with Kayla Bond, married to Hunter who was Grace’s boss and first cousin.

Garrett had told her Egan Bond, Lincoln’s boss and best friend, was the best man. Grace’s brother, Skyler, and Hunter Bond made up the rest of the wedding party.

“She’s never too busy when she’s got a story stuck in her teeth,” Roark said.

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