Sometimes it didn’t matter about a couple’s background, or how different they seemed. Sometimes all they needed was love. Kelli hadn’t believed it at first when she’d met Jenna, sure the flighty younger woman was just looking for an easy ride by getting married. But now, as they took their vows, she could clearly see the love that shone in the bride’s eyes as she looked up at her groom, and the tender and protective way her brother took Jenna into his arms for the traditional kiss. “Jealous?” Max murmured in her ear as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief she’d kept ready just in case. In the row in front of them, her mother was likewise occupied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the youngest of her children get married. “Me? No. Riley’s a terrible kisser.” The sigh she got in response made her grin. An expression she didn’t hide as she slid the tall man a sideways glance. She had to admit Max sure scrubbed up well. The last time she’d seen him in a tux had been his senior prom.
