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Marcos shook his head. “In the past, I would have. I would have stayed because it was the right thing to do. I learned the hard way, doing what you think you’re supposed to doesn’t make you happy—in fact, it can make you downright miserable. You have to do what you want and not care about the rest.”
“That’s right,” said Jack. “Follow your heart.”
Pete nodded. “But don’t lose sight of logic on the way.”
Jack laughed. “You should go and find Molly. If you stay here listening to us, we’ll be like those two little guys on your shoulders—you know, the devil and the angel. One saying,follow your heart. And the other saying,stick with the plan.”
Marcos laughed. “That sounds about right with the two of you. I’m hoping I can find a path somewhere through the middle. I need to follow my heartandhave a plan to get to where it wants to go.”
He smiled to himself as he walked away from them. They were right. He enjoyed their company, but he enjoyed Molly’s more. He couldn’t get enough of it. She’d come to hang out at his place today. They were here tonight, and he was going to stay at the cabin with her afterward. They’d be at the wedding most of the day tomorrow, and then on Sunday, she’d be gone. It’d only be a week until he could see her again, but he wanted to make the most of every moment.
Chapter Eight
Mary Ellen nudged Molly in the ribs and grinned at her. They were sitting in the second row of guests on the terrace overlooking the lake. Cameron was standing up at the front, and they were waiting for Piper to come out.
“What?”
Mary Ellen leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Where do you think you and Marcos will get married?”
Molly shook her head. “Slow down, girlfriend. Just because you and Antonio did the whole whirlwind romance, doesn’t mean the rest of us want to.”
“It’d hardly be a whirlwind, would it?”
Molly shrugged and turned to look at Marcos who was sitting on the other side of her. He smiled and gave her a questioning look.
Mary Ellen laughed. “We’re talking about you, not to you.”
Antonio leaned in and looked at his brother. “Maybe it wasn’t a wise move to let them sit in between us. Who knows what they’re whispering about.”
Mary Ellen rested her head against his shoulder for a moment. “We were just saying how wonderful you are.”
Antonio laughed. “Yeah, right. I’m not sure I believe that.”
Molly shrugged at Marcos. She wasn’t going to tell him what Mary Ellen had said. She was still trying to make herself relax enough to believe that the two of them could have a future together. She didn’t need to go making wedding plans just yet.
Marcos looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Here she comes.”
They all turned to look, and Molly felt tears prick her eyes when she saw Piper standing there with Mr. Hamilton. Piper had never known her dad. Her mom had died a couple of years ago. She didn’t have any family. Or at least, she hadn’t until she met Cameron. Now his dad was walking her down the aisle. For some reason that made Molly want to cry. It highlighted how wonderful a family the Hamiltons were.
She sniffed, and Marcos touched her arm. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m fine. I’m just so happy for Piper. She didn’t have anyone, and now she gets to be a part of this whole big wonderful family.”
Marcos smiled. “And you will, too, whenever you’re ready.”
Molly stared at him. Fortunately, she didn’t need to say anything since the music struck up and Laura started to make her way down the aisle between the rows of guests. Piper leaned on Mr. Hamilton’s arm, beaming as she walked toward Cameron and Smoke who were standing up at the front waiting for her.
The ceremony was beautiful—short and sweet and simple. Molly was glad that they’d abandoned their plans to have a big fancy wedding in Napa. She looked over at Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. They were old money, a big name both in Napa and in the wine industry in general, but they didn’t need their son to have a fancy wedding—or to marry someone from their social circle. They just wanted their children to be happy. She looked over at Marcos’ parents. They were smiling happily. She couldn’t imagine that they’d ever cared about a fancy wedding either. They’d come on a week’s notice for Antonio’s wedding and had been so happy about it. She glanced sideways at Marcos. Wherever he’d gotten his ideas about some society wedding, she knew it hadn’t been from his parents.
He caught her looking and glanced down at her with a smile. In some ways, he hadn’t changed much at all. In others, she knew he had.
The reception was held out on the terrace overlooking the lake. It was a perfect setting, and they had the perfect day for it. The sky was blue, the sun shone down, but it wasn’t too warm. It didn’t surprise her that Cameron should get the perfect day. He was one of those guys who seemed to be charmed in life.
Marcos came to her and handed her a drink. “Mind if I ask what you were thinking?”
She smiled. “Just that the perfect weather doesn’t surprise me. Everything always seems to go well for Cameron.”
Marcos smiled. “He does have his fair share of good luck, but I think he’s one of those people who’s like a swan. You know, all you see is the elegance gliding across the water, but under the surface, his legs are paddling like crazy to make it all appear calm, effortless.”
