Page 57 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

“Look at you?” She playfully straightened the pocket square tucked in his tuxedo jacket. “You clean up nicely,” she teased.

“Thank you. And you look beautiful, Morgan. I wanted to tell you that your speech brought tears to my eyes. You summed up the Easton family perfectly.”

“So even the negative Nellies won’t have a snarky comment to say about us,” she joked.

“Even Priscilla Finkpin.”

“Who has had a complete change of heart, which is nothing short of a miracle.” Morgan noticed Jax furtively gazing at Ronni, who was only a few feet away, chatting with Elin Jensen. “Ronni looks gorgeous.”

“I like her hair up,” Jax said gruffly. “It gives her a softer look.”

“Softer, meaning she’s not ready to do battle.” Morgan lowered her voice. “Why don’t you ask her to dance?”

“Ask Ronni to dance?”

She nodded. “It’s a nice slow song. I think you can handle it.”

“She’ll turn me down.”

“You’re wrong,” Morgan said. “I bet she’ll say yes.”

“You think I should walk over there and ask her?”

“Absolutely. What do you have to lose?”

“She hates me.”

“She does not,” Morgan chided. “Tell her what you told me. How you like her hair up.”

“I…”

Morgan nudged his arm. “She’s looking our way.”

“All right. But if she tells me no, it’s all your fault.”

“And I’ll accept full responsibility. You can even blame it on me and tell her it was my idea.”

“I suppose you’re right. There’s no harm in asking.” Jax trudged off.

Quinn, who had been standing on Morgan’s other side, leaned in. “He’s going to do it.”

Jax nodded toward Morgan, who waved at them.

Ronni hesitated.

“She’s going to say no,” Quinn groaned.

“Not so fast.” Morgan watched Ronni hand her drink to Elin. She took Jax’s arm as they made their way to the dance floor.

“Will you look at that?” Quinn marveled. “Hurry up and snap a picture before they start duking it out.”

Morgan grabbed her cell phone and scooched to the left, where she was able to get a clear shot. They were both smiling, gazing at one another.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Morgan shivered at Wyatt’s voice in her ear. She instinctively leaned against her boyfriend, who stood directly behind her. “Quinn and I were watching Jax and Ronni.”

Wyatt made a choking sound. “They’re dancing.”

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