Chapter 159

Andrew chuckled under his breath as Creighton’s smile turned genuine and wide; telling her the attempt had worked. She stood up from the sofa with him, accepted the hug he gave her, and bit back the giggle when his hand cupped her bottom.

Before leaving the room, Sandra took one last glance out the window, then rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Andrew’s cheek.

“Thank you,” she told him.

He smiled back at her with a very proud, almost child-like expression. It was a simple act of gratitude, but the undertone spoke of much deeper appreciation than the words alone ever could.

Creighton danced with nearly every woman at their reception; aunts, cousins, his mother, his sisters, Kristin, Nana, even Bess, his housekeeper from Chelsea. He spent as much time as he could with his new bride in his arms while the music played on for what seemed like an eternity. The band was amazing, with an attractive young dark-haired girl about sixteen and a boy who looked a bit older who sang both solos and