Just One Night(91)

of no two better people better suited to the sham—”

Alex pinched her upper arm.

“To the miracle,” Emma corrected, “that is marriage.”

“And to Grace,” Julie took over, “who is the best friend any of us can possibly

imagine, even if she has better boobs than the rest of us …”

“And to Jake,” Riley added. “Who actually does have some brains lurking

behind—above?—his overly white teeth.”

Sam slid an arm around Riley’s waist as he chimed in. “To you two: for showing

me that I might not want to marry this one and her whale cake after all—”

Jake lifted his glass to interrupt. “And to all of you, for being the best wedding

party, with the absolute worst toast.”

Laughing, they all raised their glasses, but it was Mitchell, in his quiet, get-to-the-

heart-of-the-matter way, who perhaps said it best:

“To Stiletto—for showing three different couples they were made for each other.”

Riley’s eyes landed on Emma and Alex and the way they weren’t looking at each

other. She’d bet her favorite Manolo Blahnik boots that there was a fourth story

there.

Then Sam’s hand found hers and squeezed, and she forgot all about everyone

but him. He was hers.

And he’d been worth waiting for.