team, taking her seat at the table. âJust because you and Rosie eloped to Vegas doesnât mean the rest of us donât want to share that special day with friends and family.â
Max jabbed his finger on the tabletop, defending his choice in wedding arrangements. âHey. I wanted to make an honest woman out of Rosie. And you know how her last engagement turned out. She wasnât interested in dragging out the process any more than I was.â
Maxâs new wife had barely survived the nightmare of her first engagement to an abusive boyfriend and had become a recluse as a result. Meanwhile, Max had been fighting his own demons when the two had first met and clashed during the investigation into her ex-fiancéâs unsolved murder. Mixing like oil and water, it was a wonder the prim and proper spinster and the rugged former soldier had ever gotten together at all. But Trent had never met two misfits who were a better match for each other. Max brought Rosie out of her shell, and sheâd uncovered a few civilized human qualities that Trentâs rough-around-the-edges partner had lost in the years heâd been dealing with post-traumatic stress. Max had been shot twice and Rosie nearly drowned solving that case. But the close calls had made them willing to risk everything and seize the love theyâd found.
Trent might be a little envious of his older friend settling into the sort of relationship heâd once wanted with Katie Rinaldi, but he was happy for his partner. And he had been honored to fly out to Las Vegas to stand up for the couple.
âAs soon as the doctor cleared me to travel, I made the reservations. There wasnât time to send out invitations.â Max reached over to thump Trentâs shoulder as he pulled out a chair to sit beside him. âAt least I took the big guy with us.â
Trent grinned, thinking heâd better join the teasing banter before anyone questioned the tension between him and Katie. âAnd then you put me on a plane back to KC twenty minutes after the ceremony so you two could get started on the honeymoon.â
Max grinned. âHey, Iâm ugly. Not stupid.â
Olivia was smiling suspiciously, working her cool logic on Max. âMaybe, since you cheated Rosie out of the whole white-wedding thing, sheâd like to put on a fancy gown and see you all dressed up for once in your life. Iâve yet to see a man that a tuxedo couldnât make look good.â
âIâd love to see her in a beautiful dress like that.â Was the old man on the team blushing? Whoâd have thought? Still, Max grumbled, âYouâre determined to make me miserable, arenât you?â
Jim Parker grinned and pulled out the chair beside his partner. âMaybe heâs worried youâre going to make him dance with you at the reception, Livâafter Gabe, your dad and your brothers, of course.â
âAnd Grandpa Seamus,â Olivia added. She pointed to Max. âBut you are definitely on my dance card after that.â She wiggled her finger toward Trent. âYou, too, big guy. You all agreed to be our ushers, so itâs tuxes and boutonnieres for everyone.â
Max put up his hands in surrender. âThereâs only so much froufrou a man can take, Liv.â
Jim propped his elbow on the arm of his chair, leaning over to back up Olivia. âI donât know, Max. There are few things I like better than slow dancing with my wife. Natalieâs pregnant enough now that when weâre close, I can feel the baby kicking between us.â
Max scrubbed his palm over the top of his military-short hair and muttered a teasing curse. âOkay, Parker. Now youâve gone too far, buying into all of Livâs romantic mush.â Knowing full well he was going to eventually buy into it, too, Max turned back to the lady detective. âI thought you were a tomboy.â
Olivia smiled wistfully. âMy
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