Still, eight o’clock was slow in coming. It wasn’t until Jenna had Tommy by the hand in the parking lot, surrounded by balmy summer air, that she felt the rock budge from on top of her chest. On Tommy’s other side walked Charlene Delgado, who’d been sitting for the Sorentinos since Jenna was a baby. A grandmother now, she was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type and didn’t mind taking Tommy home with her so Jenna could stick around to the end of the reception. The nominal sitting fee she charged was worth every penny. As they crossed the parking lot to Charlene’s car, Jenna’s relief about Tommy’s departure was only tempered by concern about Matt. Something had shifted in his mood after Jake’s speech. Okay, yes, during the speech she’d been a bit handsy with Matt’s knee, but she chalked that up to nerves. He couldn’t take that personally. It wasn’t like she’d leaned over and laid a big kiss on him like she’d wanted to after they’d clinked glasses. Discomfort about her over-friendliness didn’t explain the tense exchange between Matt and his father before he’d stalked from the ballroom during the first dance.
