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up?”
    â€œJust fine, thank you. And now that you’ve checked on me, Mother , that question is retired for the day.”
    â€œHint taken. No more talking about your ankle—except for a reminder to keep on your Tylenol or Motrin if you plan to dance at the reception. And you can still participate in the champagne toast if that’s all you’re taking.”
    â€œI didn’t realize you also earned a medical degree at Biola.” He ignored her snort of laughter. “And of course I’m dancing. That’s the best part of a wedding reception.”
    â€œChloe will be thrilled.”
    â€œYou’re getting a real kick out of throwing Chloe in my face, aren’t you?”
    â€œI don’t need to throw her in your face, not when she’s throwing herself at you every chance she gets.”
    â€œJealous?” Jamie tossed the question at her even as he smiled at the wedding guests as they walked back down the aisle.
    â€œWhy would I be jealous?”
    â€œI don’t know. You tell me.”
    Elisabeth avoided answering his question by joining the rest of the bridal party surrounding Tori and Peter. She wasn’t getting into an I’m-not-jealous-oh-yes-you-are tug-of-war with her ex-boyfriend. After a quick round of hugs and handshakes, the wedding coordinator whisked them all into the limos waiting to take them back to the Brown Palace before the guests could descend upon them.
    Through a whirlwind of timed entrances and introductions and the four-course meal featuring chicken cordon bleu being served, before Elisabeth knew it, she was standing next to Jamie again. They each held a microphone in one hand and a fluted glass of champagne in the other.
    â€œYou ready?” Jamie leaned close to whisper in her ear while they waited for the crowd to quiet down, his breath a quick, soft caress against her skin.
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    And she was. For all her resisting the idea of an unconventional toast-duet, she was eager to do this.
    â€œAs maid of honor and best man, Elisabeth Straker and I have the honor of toasting the newly married couple. Elisabeth will begin, and I’ll follow, and then we’ll all raise our glasses to Mr. and Mrs. Peter Huxley.”
    Elisabeth paused to gather her thoughts, her gaze finding her friend sitting with her brand-new husband. “We’re here to celebrate the newlyweds today. Peter, Tori told me how when you first dated, you listened to her when she talked. You encouraged her in her profession, celebrating her successes. And you cared for her in a variety of ways, taking the time to find out what she liked. You made her feel important. You made her feel safe. Your faith strengthened her faith. And for all these reasons, she fell in love with you. May you always be the kind of man who loves and cares for his wife in an understanding way.”
    As she finished, Jamie shifted so he stood closer to her, the slight brush of his hand against hers creating an unexpected warmth coiling inside her. “Peter and Tori, it’s great to be part of today, knowing you two are so right for each other. Tori, I remember how Pete told me that he knew you were special because you went fishing with him—and then you came home and cleaned the fish and grilled it.” He paused as laughter filled the room and Tori buried her face in Peter’s shoulder, pink tinting her skin. “Every man wants a woman who will walk alongside him in life—or in Pete’s case, fish alongside him. And I knew Peter was a goner when he said you were the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen even when you had the flu.”
    â€œJet!” Tori’s protest dissolved into giggles.
    â€œJust being honest here. And that’s what makes a marriage. Honesty. Love that means you want to spend time together, whether you’re having fun or having a lousy day, because life is made up of both. Tori, I know your beauty will never