Maybe her pregnancy hormones were making her even more emotional than usual. At eight and a half months pregnant, she felt like a big-bellied puddle of tears. At least the wedding had gone off without a hitch, despite the chilly October afternoon. Her brother Treat Braden, the owner of the Colorado resort where the celebration was taking place, had certainly outdone himself this time. The elegant white tent he’d had erected on the property overlooked the Colorado Mountains, where Savannah and her husband, Jack, were planning to spend the week at their secluded little cabin in the woods. They were leaving right after the wedding, although from the looks of it, the wedding might never officially end. Rush and Jayla were glued together on the dance floor beside Dex and Ellie, looking stunning in their tuxes and wedding gowns. They were surrounded by the rest of the Remington clan and their significant others, as well as too many Bradens to count. The families—extended and immediate—had grown as close as families could be over the last few years, and Savannah could not have been happier.
