followed his gaze, understanding more with every repetition of that gesture.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Then stop staring at her.”
Michael overheard and raised his brows. Daniel flushed.
“I wasn’t.”
Rachel’s laugh held no amusement. “Okay.”
As they headed toward the bar, Michael asked, “Does he always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Look at you after touching her.”
I stared at him. He shrugged. “Claire, I’m a divorced man. We become anthropologists.”
I smiled as Ben emerged from the reception, looking for us.
“There you are.”
He embraced Michael. “Uncle Mike.”
“Finally. Someone respects me.”
“You told me you used to put ice cubes down Mom’s shirt.” Mother’sDay gifts
“That was education.”
Ben rolled his eyes, then saw his father at the bar.
“Dad’s here?”
“Apparently.”
“With her?”
“Yes.”
“He knew this wedding was here?”
“I believe so.”
Ben sighed. “That’s weird.”
“Yes.”
Daniel saw Ben and came over,
