FOOD TRUCK MYSTERIES: The Complete Series (14 Books)
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I shook off the feeling and made it to the altar. I turned to see Land and Sabine starting the procession. Everyone rose as they walked by. Andy slept blissfully through the entire event.
Jax Danvers was standing there in his tux, and he actually smiled at me for once. I gave him a small head nod, since things had improved, but we were anything but friends at the moment. He turned to watch his bride coming up the aisle, forgetting everything else there.
They made it to the front of the church and Land carefully gave her hand to Danvers. His look spoke volumes about what would happen to the detective if he ever hurt Sabine. He took a seat next to his grandmother and kissed her and Andy on the cheek.
The ceremony started and all eyes turned to the front.
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The reception was at the local playhouse where the Rachford case had begun. I thought the move was slightly insensitive, but Sabine had found the place spacious and beautiful. The photographer kept us another hour after the ceremony to take pictures, so we arrived long after the guests had partaken of food and drink.
Before I could get a plate of food, the DJ announced us and asked for a first dance. The couple went out on the floor, and they then beckoned for us to join them.
Land slid his arm around me gently. His grandmother had spoken to him in Basque while we were waiting for photographs, and I wondered what she had told him.
I put my head on his shoulder for the moment and enjoyed the closeness we shared. That bond meant that I had something to say to him before someone else did.
“I don’t want you to make a fuss of this and outshine the newlyweds, but there’s something I have to tell you.”
He laughed. “I owe my grandmother a dollar,” he said, still smiling.
“You know?” I asked.
“She said that you had something important to tell me, and she predicted that you would do it before the night was over.”
I shook my head. “That’s not fair. She was pretty open about the fact that she knew—or suspected—and I thought I’d beat her to the punch.”
“You never beat a Mendoza,” Land said. “Haven’t you learned that yet?”
“You think I would. I’m certainly going to be outnumbered by them soon.”
His eyes grew wide, and the grin threatened to split his face. “Then it’s true?”
“Yes. It’s still early, so no big announcements, but in about seven months, we’ll have another Mendoza to feed.”
He gave me a hug that nearly squeezed the breath out of me. We were garnering a few stares from the crowd, but Land didn’t care.
Neither did I. Changes might be coming to my life in terms of fewer hours at the food trucks and no time for detection, but a rich, full life awaited me.
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