Wedding baker Laurel McBane is surrounded by a romance with her best friends Parker, Emma, and Mac working at the wedding planning company Vows. But she's too low-key to appreciate all the luxuries their customers seem longing for. What she appreciates is a strong, intelligent man, a man like Parker... 's older brother Delaney, on whom since childhood she has had a mega-crush.
But some infatuations last longer than others, and Laurel is convinced that she is still out of reach of the Ivy League lawyer. Plus, Del is Laurel's too protective to ever cross the line with her-or so she thinks. When the quicksilver moods of Laurel get the better of her-leading to an angry, hot, all-together mind-blowing kiss with Del—she'll have to quiet her mind's doubts to turn a moment of passion into eternal..
Laurel’s in right field, leading off. Her fielding’s crap, but she’s got a good bat. My fielding is not crap. She hit Del with the glove. Keep it up and you’re not going to have any problem winning that beat, Brown. When she stalked off, Mal took an easy, testing swing. What bet? Laurel strode straight up to Mac. I want to switch with you. I want to play on Jack’s team. Baseball slut. Okay by me, but you’d better tell Jack. She walked over to where Jack sat on the ground writing his lineup. I switched with Mac. I’m on your team. Trading the redhead for the blonde. Okay, let me figure… You’re right field, leading off. Son of a bitch. Did he and Del have telepathy? Laurel narrowed her eyes. Why right field? He flicked her a glance, and she saw him reconsider his response. You’ve got a strong arm. She pointed at him. Good answer. How come you… Hey. Hey, is that Mal? Del hooked Mal? Jack barred his teeth. So that’s the way he wants to play the game? Let’s kick his ass.
He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.
And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel— I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating. Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs. For a while. Minus the singing.
There. She tossed her hair back while he stared at her. The sky did not fall, the world did not end, neither of us was struck by lightning or beamed straight to hell. I’m not your damn sister, Delaney. That ought to make it clear.
Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.