Kennedy chirped over the phone. Trent transferred his cell to his other ear, turning to gaze out along the spans of the beautiful bayfront property. Not too shabby a place to have a party. While Maddie was in the shower, he’d dressed in his dinner jacket and tie and left the room. He figured he’d give her some privacy to get ready for the cocktail party. In the meantime, he’d check in with his cousin while he waited for Maddie to meet him. The weather was perfect, and couples were already outside mingling and hanging around a bar that had been set up by the pool. “Oh, yeah, it’s been a real behind all right.” Kennedy chuckled. “Well, somebody tied his necktie too tight. It can’t be that bad. You only just got there. Unless…of course…you don’t get along with Maddie.” “It’s not that.” More like, he was starting to like Maddie. Not only was she a natural kind of pretty with those ocean-blue eyes of hers, but he admired her spunk, too.
