wedding day will be the exception. Iâm the only female in my family. You donât think those boys all want to throw a big party for me? Dad insists on me wearing the veil of Irish lace that Mom wore at their wedding, and I want to. Itâs a way of honoring her memory and making me feel like sheâs there with us.â The mood around the entire table quieted out of respect for Oliviaâs mother, who had died when she was just a child. But the detective with the short dark hair didnât let the room get gloomy. âBesides, Gabe looks gorgeous in a tux, and I refuse to have him looking prettier than me.â âImpossible,â Max teased. âBut if youâre going all formal, then I guess I can put on a tie.â âThank you for your sacrifice.â Olivia smiled before turning her attention to Trent. âWhat about you? Will we see you dancing the night away at the reception?â She snapped her fingers as an idea struck. âYou should bring Katie.â The brown ponytail bobbed as Katieâs head popped up from her laptop screen. âMe? Like a date?â Trent groaned inwardly at the pale cast to her cheeks. Did she have to look as if the possibility of attending a friendâs wedding together was such an out-of-left-field idea? âIf you want.â Olivia chided the low-pitched whistle and sotto voce teasing from Jim and Max before smiling at Katie. âStop it, children. Believe me, I understand better than most about the departmentâs no-fraternization policy. But even though weâre part of the same team, technically, you work in two different branchesâinformation technology and law enforcement. Besides, I was thinking practicality. Trentâs an usher and youâre still going to be one of my bridesmaids, right?â âOf course. I was honored you asked me to be a part of the ceremony, but...â Katieâs apologetic gaze bounced off Trent and back to the bride-to-be. âI was going to bring Tyler as my date.â Olivia seemed pleased by that answer. âEven better. Iâd love to see the little man again. All three of you should come together.â Even though they hadnât gone out on a date together in nine years, it seemed as though everyone thought of Trent and Katie as a couple. Maybe the others even took it for granted that they were destined to be a family unit one day. The only people who knew it was never going to happen were Trent and Katie themselves. Sinking into his chair, Trent took another long swallow of his coffee. He watched the strained expression on Katieâs face relax as the two women talked about Tyler. Her round face and blue eyes animated with excitement as they wagered whether her nine-year-old son would make as much of a fuss about dressing up for the special occasion as Max had. Katie was a different woman when she talked about her son. Her eyes sparkled and the tension around her mouth eased into a genuine smile. No wonder sheâd been so upset about losing track of Tyler last night. Tyler was her joy, her reason for beingâher number-one excuse for shunning Trent and any other relationship that threatened to get in the way of taking care of her son. It wasnât that she didnât care about Trent as a friend, but sheâd given her heart to another male nine years ago. Maxâs fist knocked on Trentâs chair below the edge of the table. Trent took another drink before meeting his partnerâs questioning look. âYou okay, junior? Youâre pretty quiet this morning.â âYouâre loud enough for the both of us.â Max grinned at the joke as he was meant to, but his astute blue eyes indicated he wasnât buying the smiles and smart remarks. âThereâs that whole tall, dark and silent thing you do, and then thereâs stewing over in the corner. You two were duking it out in here before we came in, werenât you?â