same circumstances, too.” Fortunately, they weren’t in the same situation. Mike’s mother loved Lydia and had accepted their unconventional threesome with an amazing level of love, while Jeremy’s parents had died years ago.
All things considered, Lydia and her guys had it good in the extended-family-acceptance department. She was deeply appreciative for that.
Not everyone had such a luxury.
“Can we really drop this? Mom, I don’t want to get married. You have a bazillion kids. Focus on Miles. Give all your attention to his wedding.” Lydia couldn’t even choke out the words before she curled in on herself with hysterical laughter.
Miles. Wedding. No way. Not happening. Not ever.
“Even Shrek found a female ogre to love him and live with him in his swamp,” Jeremy called out as Miles stormed away from the scene.
“I’ve got a parasail you can test out for me!” he shouted back, flipping Jeremy the bird.
Sandy pretended to be shocked by Miles’ rudeness, but no one really was. Of all of Lydia’s siblings, he was the one who would remain at Escape Shores Campground forever.
Like it or not.
Lydia smelled Mike before she felt his arm wrap around her waist, his essence all ocean air and man sweat, a great, intoxicating combo. She leaned against him, his hard body familiar now. Two years of being with Jeremy and Mike had given her the space to settle in. Though they traveled constantly, the campground was home base, and last year their house had been finished. Her mom had calmed down considerably once the small Cape Cod-style home had been complete, the cedar shingles still so vibrant in comparison to the aged ones on her parents’ and brothers’ homes.
They would age.
So would everyone.
A wedding. Unlike other little girls, Lydia hadn’t fixated on the whole bridal fantasy. She’d always assumed she’d marry one day, but life had different ideas about who she’d be with. Three years ago, if her best friend had told her she’d be with a secret billionaire and a not-so-secret ex-CEO/ playboy , she’d have assumed poor Krysta had been slipped some acid.
And speaking of Krysta, here she came, arms overloaded with a box fil l ed with something that jingled.
Mike plucked the heavy box with no true exertion and peered in it. He looked up, arctic-blue eyes amused. “Candles?”
“Centerpieces. That’s the first of seven boxes of them.”
Lydia gasped. “How many tables?”
“Twenty-five,” Krysta replied in a strangled voice. Each table held eight, so—
“My God!” Lydia gasped. “Two hundred people?” It began to sink in. No wonder her mom was freaking out. Sure, she’d heard Sandy planning for this for a long time, but seeing the sheer amount of equipment coming into the campground pounded home the enormity of this event.
“Closer to two-fifty. A ton of families, plus ski people for one of the grooms, a pile of firefighters and paramedics for one of the other, and your grandmother invited half the Jeddy’s regulars to show up for fun.”
“I thought this was going to be an intimate affair!” Lydia exclaimed.
Her brother Caleb approached the group, carrying a box that matched Krysta’s. “Make yourselves useful and carry a box!”
“Mmmm, firefighters,” Krysta said pointedly, waggling her eyebrows. “Hot, single firefighters. There’s an intimate affair I could join...”
Caleb frowned and bristled at the same time. If he sprayed himself down with a cologne called Jealousy, he couldn’t have been more obvious.
For the past few years, Krysta’s adoring crush on Caleb had been an accessory to Lydia’s friendship with her, like a sidecar attached to a motorcycle, yet one no passenger ever used. Lately, though, Lydia had felt the electricity between her little bro and her best friend.
It made her feel, well...
Green.
And not with jealousy.
When did life become so complicated?
Maybe when you fell in love with two guys , a voice inside her whispered.
She laughed