“Kaitlin, dear, I’m glad I caught you.” Michele hurried over and gave her a brief hug. “Oh dear, I lost track of the time. I meant to be gone by now.” She reached down and put the finishing touches on the last plate of hors d'oeuvres for the men’s poker night. “I shouldn’t have spent so much time playing with Roxy when Jack arrived. I couldn’t get enough of her. Well, except for the slobber. That was kind of gross.” Jack had brought along his pet boxer, Roxy. Roxy was going to be standing next to him at the altar with the rings during their wedding ceremony tomorrow—Cori’s idea. Ryan walked over, greeted his mother with a hug and kiss, then directed his father, Mac, Jack and Lucas to carry the trays of food down to the family room for their game. He turned to Kaitlin, placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away from the last tray she was neatly arranging. “Sweetheart, you’ve done enough.
