Chapter 24

James took their drinks - vodka tonic for him, chardonnay for Lily - with a trembling hand. He knew it was a bad idea, but there was no earthly way he was going to get through the reception without help, and if he left now, it would only fan the rumor flames. He had to tough it out, at least until after the entrée. The worst of it, the receiving line, was behind him, and he'd managed to dash past Jayla as she was being smothered with wet kisses by a big, burly cousin who'd once had a crush on her. James had given Michael's hand a dutiful shake without looking him in the eye, and then ducked out of the church and down the street to call Isobel.