All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)(71)

“Patience.” Adam growled the word as though it were the worst thing in the world, and his parents both laughed.

“Come on,” his father said. “Getting that heavy furniture set up according to the plan your beautiful wedding planner came up with is sure to help keep your mind off things for a little while.”

But even though Adam knew his parents were right about having patience and faith, they were totally wrong about one thing.

Nothing could pull his thoughts away from Kerry.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Kerry felt like she’d blinked, and suddenly the big family dinner was about to begin.

It had been one of the busiest days she’d ever spent getting ready for a wedding. Not only because of the work she’d had to do to get things in place for the huge family dinner on the beach tonight and for tomorrow’s wedding, but also because she’d met so many famous—and best of all—truly nice Sullivans that her head was spinning.

Sullivans had come from all over the country for Rafe and Brooke’s wedding. Adam’s four siblings from Seattle and his parents, Max and Claudia, were there, of course. Adam’s siblings alone were impressive enough with Rafe, the private investigator, and Brooke, a chocolate-maker extraordinaire; Mia, the Realtor, who was married to Ford, one of the biggest rock stars in the world; Ian, the billionaire businessman, and his movie star fiancée, Tatiana; and Dylan, who was renowned for his hand-built yachts, his writer wife, Grace, and their toddler son, Mason.

But then there was the San Francisco crew—Chase, the famous photographer, his quilter wife, Chloe, their young daughter Emma, and new baby, Julia; Marcus, the winemaker, and his pop star wife, Nicola; firefighter Gabe, his numbers-whiz wife, Megan, and their daughter, Summer, and baby, Logan; Irish pub owner Jake, his librarian wife, Sophie, and their toddler twins, Smith and Jackie, who had been making everyone laugh all day long with their antics; race-car driver and auto mogul Zach and his dog-trainer fiancée, Heather; movie star Smith and his fiancée, Valentina, who co-wrote and produced movies with him; and choreographer and dancer Lori, with her rugged cowboy husband, Grayson. What’s more, their mother, Mary Sullivan, was one of the warmest people Kerry had ever met.

Kerry had already met Adam’s painter cousin, Drake, but today she’d also had a chance to meet the rest of the cousins from New York, all of whom had come without dates. Suzanne was a computer genius, Alec built luxury planes, and Harrison was a professor. Kerry had also enjoyed meeting Adam’s Uncle William and watching Max and William together, brothers who were still obviously close even though they lived on opposite coasts.

Adam’s cousins and his Uncle Edward from Maine had only just arrived before the rehearsal, so she hadn’t had a chance to chat with them yet. Which was probably just as well, because she was already on name overload. Tomorrow morning she’d be fresher and would be able to get to know all of them, too.

Again and again throughout the day, she’d been struck by how close, how solid, the Sullivan family was. None of them seemed to care that they were an extremely famous and successful bunch. The only thing that had mattered to any of them during the day had been who could make the biggest cannonball splash off the docks and who had more hot-dog-roasting skill.

Kerry honestly never thought she’d live to see movie star Smith Sullivan go head-to-head in a paddleboarding contest with rock star Ford Vincent. A contest that ended with both of them trying to dunk the other and everyone else laughing their heads off from rowboats and kayaks before getting in on the fun.

Now, for the family-only dinner, Kerry had strung fairy lights across the beach and placed the tables beneath them. With the moon and stars shining down and the water lapping on the shore, it was one of the most romantic locations she’d ever seen.

Kerry wouldn’t normally have been at the rehearsal dinner, but Brooke and Rafe had insisted on it. Knowing she wouldn’t be working for the next couple of hours meant that she could finally take a few moments to sit back and sip a glass of wine while enjoying the beautiful location.

She had been to the lake once before, right after Rafe and Brooke had hired her, so that she could see what she’d have to work with for the wedding and reception, and had been amazed by its beauty. But now that she’d spent twenty-four hours here in and out of both Rafe and Brooke’s cottage and their parents’ house next door, now that she’d sunk her toes into the warm sand, now that she’d been in the crisp, clear lake—she’d fallen just as much in love with Lake Wenatchee as the rest of Adam’s family. No wonder Rafe and Brooke had decided to settle here full time. And Adam had been right about the private location. They definitely didn’t need any bodyguards here.

Or maybe it just seemed so romantic to her because the previous evening had been pure romance from start to finish as Adam had showered her with love any way he could—with words, with his body, with love radiating from his eyes, with every touch of his hands on her skin, with every single kiss.

Adam didn’t have a plus-one, so it had made sense for Rafe and Brooke to suggest that she sit next to him at dinner. He hadn’t come to the table yet, but she’d seen flashes of him in constant motion all day long. Usually alongside his father, who had clearly meant it when he’d said, “Anything you need.”

Just like Adam. Because he’d always been there for her, hadn’t he? No matter what, right from the start, without question or hesitation. He’d helped her with the gazebo, her sister, the house.