Epilogue
Sunday, Mother’s Day, the following year
“I can’t believe you’re having a double wedding with your soon to be mother-in-law,” Marty told him, adjusting his tuxedo. “I can’t believe that you asked me to be your best man.”
“We both decided on small weddings and when we made of the guest list of friends and family most of the parties appeared on both list. Why drag everyone out twice?” Rowan took a sip of champagne.
The reception was in the Garden Room of the Shadowbrook Inn and Marty and Rowan had slipped away to catch up. “I can’t believe Stewart and I have seen you and Chase six times this year. That’s more than I saw you when we lived together.”
Rowan had the grace to look uncomfortable. “Chase makes sure I don’t get too lost in my work that I neglect family and friends. We’
