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“I knew I’d find you hiding in here.”

“Technically, it’s not hiding if the person is in plain sight.” Meghan McBride shot a mischievous smile at her sister, Caitlin, who sauntered into the room with her usual catlike grace, still wearing the periwinkle-blue stilettos she’d stepped into at eight o’clock that morning.

Meghan had kicked off an identical pair hours ago. It was too much to hope Caitlin hadn’t spotted her bare toes peeking out from under the netting of the tea-length gown she wore. She’d probably already noticed that Meghan’s hair had managed to break free of the grid of bobby pins anchoring it in place. It wasn’t fair that the breeze skipping off Lake Superior during their youngest sister’s outdoor wedding ceremony had ignored Caitlin’s neat French twist and set its sights on Meghan’s mop of curls—the ones the stylist had spent an extra half hour trying to restrain.

“Evie and Sam are getting ready to leave. She was wondering where you were…” Caitlin frowned. “Is that frosting on your elbow?”

Shoot. Meghan inspected her arm and made a halfhearted attempt to scrub off the pink smear with her thumbnail. “I think so. I warned Evie that she shouldn’t have asked me to cut the cake.”

Like a magician, Caitlin somehow produced a delicately embroidered handkerchief out of thin air and handed it to her with a sigh.

That was the trouble with sisters. They knew every chink in a person’s armor. Caitlin’s sharp eye for detail made her wildly popular as an image consultant and wildly annoying as an older sister. Evie had waved the white flag of surrender and turned her closet over to Caitlin years ago, but Meghan had refused to go down without a fight. She liked going barefoot and wearing blue jeans and T-shirts. Not only did she spend most of her spare time with children and paint, every time she bought something new, she ended up getting a stain—or two—on it. What was the point?

“I still can’t believe our baby sister is married,” Caitlin murmured.

Meghan couldn’t believe it, either. The previous summer, she and Caitlin had sweet-talked Evie into managing Beach Glass, their father’s antique store, while he went away on a two-week fishing trip. Evie’s brief stay had turned into something straight from the pages of an action-adventure novel. She’d discovered that her father and his friend, Jacob Cutter, were searching for clues they hoped would lead them to a sunken ship. Their cautious sister, who ordinarily steered clear of anything risky, had dodged a corrupt group of treasure hunters and fallen in love with Jacob’s son, Sam.

“Right out of a fairy tale,” Meghan murmured. “Who would have guessed?”

Caitlin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Except that image consultants didn’t snort. “Sam’s a good guy.”

The understatement of the year. “He’s perfect for Evie. And she deserves to be happy.” Meghan knew her sister couldn’t argue with that.

“She does.” Caitlin’s expression softened. “We better get back to the reception before she hunts us down—”

“Too late!” The words, accompanied by Evie’s lilting laugh and the rustle of satin, preceded her into the kitchen.

Meghan took one look at her sister and the lump that had lodged in her throat—the one that had formed while she’d watched Sam and Evie recite their vows—swelled to the size of an orange again. Evie looked spectacular in the ivory gown Caitlin had found in an exclusive shop in the Twin Cities, where Caitlin and Meghan lived.

Meghan ignored a pinch of envy. It’s not that she wasn’t ecstatic for Evie. She just couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel that way about someone. Caitlin was openly cynical when it came to love, but Meghan knew it happened to some people. Like their parents. And now Evie and Sam. But for reasons she kept to herself, she wasn’t convinced she was ever going to be one of them.

“Sam and I are going to sneak away while the orchestra is playing the last song.” Evie’s gown swished around her feet as she crossed the room and drew them into an affectionate hug. “I wish I could take you to Paris.”

“Oh, Sam would love that,” Caitlin said dryly.

“Have fun,” Meghan commanded. “And don’t worry about Dad. I’m planning to stay until next weekend and I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

Evie’s smile faded slightly, proving she still had some progress to make when it came to letting their father manage on his own. Evie had an exasperating tendency to fuss over Patrick, although Meghan thought she understood why. Evie had been a freshman in high school and the only one of them still living at home when their mother, Laura, had passed away unexpectedly.

“I have a list of reminders—”

Meghan’s howl drowned Evie out. “I don’t do lists! I lose lists, Evie. You know that.”

“That’s why I made copies.” Evie looked smug. “Several of them. And they’re posted where you can’t miss seeing them.”

“On a package of Oreos?” Caitlin said under her breath.

Meghan bit back a protest long enough to glare at Caitlin. When she turned back to Evie, she pasted a smile on her face. No need to upset the bride on her wedding day. “Dad and I will be fine, Evie. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Megs is right. It’s not like Dad is a toddler who’s going to get into trouble the minute your back is turned.”

Evie didn’t look convinced. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” she said darkly. “Remember what happened last summer.”

“The entire Cutter family became believers. Sophie and Jacob got engaged. And you met Sam.” Meghan believed in looking at the positives. If she didn’t, she’d never have been able to gather the courage to launch her own photography business.

“That’s true.” Evie gnawed on her lower lip. “But he’s up to something. I can always tell. He and Jacob were in a huddle earlier this afternoon and he’s been spending a lot of time online lately.”

Caitlin opened her mouth but Meghan shot her a warning look and looped an arm around Evie’s slim shoulders. “I’ll watch out for Dad. And I’ve got one word for you. Honeymoon. Now go. Sam’s probably waiting in the car.”

Evie’s cheeks turned as pink as the miniature roses in her bouquet. “I’m going. And I’ll call—”

“When you get back,” Caitlin interrupted.

“When I get back,” Evie promised.

Meghan didn’t believe it for a second. Judging from the skeptical look on Caitlin’s face, she didn’t, either.

“Evie?” Sam poked his head in the doorway and his pewter gaze zeroed in on his wife. “Are you ready?”

“Just hugging my sisters before we leave.”

“There’s always time for that.” Sam’s warm smile encompassed all three women and once again Meghan found herself thanking God that He’d brought Sam and Evie together.

You wouldn’t happen to have another Sam hidden somewhere, would you, Lord?

Caitlin cleared her throat. “Go on, you two. The sooner you get out of here, the sooner I get my postcard of the Eiffel Tower.”

“I taped a backup list to Caitlin’s mirror in case you lose yours,” Evie called over her shoulder.

Evie and Sam disappeared and Meghan felt the weight of the sudden silence, knowing that no matter how happy they were for Evie, things would be different now.

“I wish I could stay with you and Dad a few extra days, but I’m booked from now until September.” Caitlin broke the silence.

“Dad and I will be fine,” Meghan said. “You know Evie. She has a tendency to worry, that’s all. Like you said, what kind of trouble can a retired English teacher get into?”