Chapter 210: Epilogue

Six months later. Taylor Family Reunion, Chicago, Illinois.

PRISCILLA WAS GOING TO HURL.

A voice in the back of her head reminded her that the last time she'd lost the contents of her stomach had also been in Chicago. All over her kidnappers.

Today had no such danger factored in, unless she took into account her light blue dress and the fact that backyard barbeques were often messy.

It was too late to change now.

Brenden opened the passenger door of their rental and held out his hand. She took it and held on tight as he pulled her to her feet.

He studied her face. "You're looking a little green."

"I want them to like me," she grumble-mumbled under her breath.

Who would have known she actually got nervous about meeting people she wanted to impress?