Finally reaching the walkway below, I caught a glimpse of white muslin blowing in the ocean breeze, and I headed in that direction. A handful of white chairs were positioned in front of a white gazebo, white fabric was draped around the pillars, and dozens of roses in muted tones covered the tie-downs.

Jim sat alone in the front row, in the chair closest to the aisle, and I lumbered down the white-sand walkway, navigating it poorly in my shoes. When I finally reached him, he looked up at me with a warm expression.

“You made it,” he said, patting the empty chair on his right.

“I did. You’re probably surprised, huh?”

“I was hoping.”

I grinned, leaning away from him to see his expression. I didn’t know him well enough to be certain that he wasn’t being a smart-ass. “That’s a nice thing to say.”

“Hi! I’m here!” a woman said, stumbling past Jim and me before falling into the chair next to me. “Whew!” she said, brushing her long dark curls behind her bare shoulders. She was wearing a white tank top with a long floral skirt. Her big ice-blue eyes overshadowed the intermittent batting of her lashes. She looked like a supermodel, but she moved like an overgrown teenager.

“Yes, you are,” Jim said, chuckling. “Rough morning, Ellie?”

“Always. I’ve been in Shep’s room, taking pictures. Hi,” she said, one hand letting go of her very expensive camera long enough to greet me. “I’m Ellison, Tyler’s friend. Date. Whatever.”

“Oh,” I said, my body jerking with her firm handshake.

A wry smile sharpened her beautifully bronzed features. “He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?”

I blinked, completely taken aback by her mention of the mistake-slash-misunderstanding-slash-clusterfuck at Cowboys so many months before.

“That was a long time ago. And an accident.”

Jim laughed harder, his belly bobbing. “Those damn boys. I don’t know where they got it from. Not from me.”

“Not from their mother,” Ellison said.

I stiffened at the mention of Jim’s late wife, Diane, but he grinned, his eyes lit only with fond memories.

He tapped the gold band on his finger. “She was a good woman. But she would never have caught my attention if she were all good.”

“The boys definitely get that from you,” Ellison said.

I wondered how long she’d known Jim. She seemed familiar enough with him to give him a hard time, but Taylor had never spoken of her.

She reached her arm behind me and squeezed, touching her cheek to mine. “It’s so nice to meet the other half of Tyler’s other half.”

Okay, maybe she’s just overly familiar with everyone.

Another woman approached us after taking a few pictures of the gazebo with her phone.

Ellison scooted down, creating an empty chair between us. “Sit here, Cami.”

“Oh, thank you,” Camille said.

I had the feeling Cami meant more than just giving her a place to sit.

Camille’s razored haircut bounced when she sat, and then she tugged at the bodice of her strapless dress. Her arms were covered in dozens of tattoos—large and small, simple and intricate—that ran down to her fingers.

She flashed a perfect smile, and I nodded.

“Falyn,” I said.

“I’m Camille.”

“Which …” I began but decided too late that it was an inappropriate question.

“Trenton,” she said.

Ellison held up Camille’s left hand. “They just got engaged! Can you freaking imagine?”

“I don’t … know what you mean,” I said.

Jim laughed. “She means, the thought of marrying a Maddox boy scares her. And she should be worried. She’s going to give in sooner or later.”

“According to Tyler,” Ellison said.

“You are not even fooling yourself,” Camille quipped.

Ellison just shook her head, still in good spirits.

After a few minutes, an older couple arrived with another woman. Jim introduced them as his brother, Jack, and his wife, Deana. The woman was America’s mother, Pam.

I looked down at my phone, checking the time. It was only ten minutes before the ceremony.

A fifth woman arrived, gripping her clutch and trying her damnedest to appear calm.

“Liis!” Camille said, a hint of panic in her voice. She reacted to Liis’s arrival, scooting away from me.

“What?” Ellison said, moving to the last seat in the row. “I thought …”

Camille seemed to just realize what would come next when she settled into her seat.

Liis stared in horror at the empty seat between Camille and me. Then she quickly sat down and looked forward.

Camille and Ellison traded looks, Camille’s cheeks flushing.

Liis was stunning, her shiny black hair a beautiful contrast to her vivid purple dress. It wasn’t hard to guess which brother she was with because Thomas had kissed her cheek before cutting across the gazebo’s steps.

“Hi, Liis,” Jim said, leaning forward.

She did the same, grabbing Jim’s outstretched hand. Ellison watched the exchange with a warm smile, but Camille tried her best to ignore it.

Uh-oh. Wonder what that’s about?

Music began to play from a few speakers placed on each side toward the front, and the pastor took his place, followed by the men.

The groomsmen were in order by age from youngest to oldest. “Is that Shepley? The best man?” I asked Jim.

Jim nodded, scanning all the boys like a proud father. I could see they were a close family, and I wondered how anyone managed to keep any secrets.

Taylor looked incredible in his tux, but I felt weird thinking that because he looked exactly like Tyler, whose sort-of girlfriend was sitting two seats away from me. Taylor winked at me, and we all chuckled when the other brothers did the same at nearly the same time to their love interests.

The wedding procession began, and I sat back and watched as Travis and Abby renewed their vows, pledging their love to one another. It was beautiful and raw and genuine. They were young, but the way they looked at each other was so touching that it made my heart hurt.

They had a long future ahead of them, a future that included children and grandchildren. As far as I knew, Taylor was the only brother standing who was guaranteed not to have that same chance. There he stood, undeniably happy, as he watched Travis renewing his vows, peeking over at me when his brother said words like forever and always.