Mia shot Adam an incredulous look before turning back to Dylan. “Are you saying that you made this amazing sailboat for us?”
Dylan wasn’t able to do more than grin and nod before Mia was launching herself into his arms. Within seconds, Brooke and Tatiana and his mom were there—with all the men in the family soon joining in on the big Sullivan group hug, too. Little Mason was in his element, whooping it up with the big family that had so happily adopted him from that first Friday night dinner.
Everyone was on cloud nine, and Adam was extremely happy for them all. Only Dylan would make a killer sailboat like this to give away to his family. They were a lucky bunch. Adam had always appreciated that.
The only thing he didn’t love just then was being the last single Sullivan in Seattle. Because if he knew anything about his family—and he could usually read each of them like an open book—they wouldn’t rest until they’d seen him happily paired off, too.
After everyone had taken some time to admire their brand-new sailboat, Rafe intercepted Adam as he headed back into the boathouse to flirt with a pretty woman in a short black skirt who was serving champagne and hors d’oeuvres.
“You’re a dog,” Rafe said. “You know that, right?”
Adam barked once, making Rafe laugh.
“What’s your schedule like Wednesday afternoon?” Rafe asked.“I can open it up if you need me to.” That was an easy one for Adam. Family always came first. “What’s up?”
“Brooke needs to be at the lake to make extra truffle deliveries this week to some new accounts, and I’ve got a big case I need to head to Portland to wrap up, but we’ve got an appointment we really can’t put off any longer.”
“Who are you meeting with?”
“The wedding planner. And don’t blame Brooke for this request,” Rafe said as he lifted a hand to head Adam off at the pass. “When it turned out everyone else had a conflict on that day, she told me not to ask you and said she’d figure something out. But I know how heartbroken she’d be if we screwed things up with the wedding planner by canceling on her again because we haven’t been able to coordinate our schedules lately.”
Rafe knew just how to play it—Adam couldn’t say no because he didn’t want to do anything to hurt Brooke, either. “Sure, I can meet with the wedding planner.”
“Thanks,” Rafe said with a grin. “You’re a life saver.”
But something about Rafe’s grin seemed a little too pleased. Clearly, thought Adam, the matchmaking by his family had already begun.
~ THE END ~