“Aren’t you going to dance with the bride?”
Austin’s sister, Jadin, was standing before him.
His gaze slid to find her identical twin dancing with her new husband. Austin’s mouth turned upward into a smile. “Maybe later. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jordin look so happy.”
“She’s just married the man of her dreams, big brother. She’s completely over the moon.”
A sea of people dressed in tuxes and bright dresses in summer colors roamed through the elegant space, admiring the paintings and photographs dotting the cream-colored walls. Surrounded by fourteen acres of live oak groves with serene views of the Ashley River, Austin’s mind was elsewhere.
“You look distracted. Everything okay?”
“I’m fine,” he responded. “Uh... Aunt Rochelle is trying to get your attention.”
Jadin grimaced. “I guess I’d better see what she wants. That woman is getting on my last nerve today. Ever since she broke her ankle, she acts like I’m her personal maid.”
“You volunteered your services, remember?”
“Do me a favor. Next time I open my mouth, punch me in it.”
Austin bit back his amusement as he watched his sister make her way across the room. He hadn’t known their aunt long, given his mother’s determination to keep him from that side of his family, but it was enough to know she could be very demanding.
His eyes traveled to the table where the wedding party was seated. There were a couple of bridesmaids engaged in conversation. One of the ladies was Dr. Sabrina Collins, whom everyone affectionately called Bree—the woman who had adopted his son when Jasmine had placed him up for adoption.
Austin’s gaze locked on her. She looked up, meeting his gaze. When she smiled, he felt the weirdest sensation—a strange mixture of both calm and excitement churning through his bloodstream like a virus, quickly spreading until he could hardly breathe.
Austin gave himself a mental shake. He wasn’t looking for a romantic liaison. He sought to get back what had been taken from him. He never had the luxury of a relationship with his father, due in part to his mother’s bitterness over losing the only man she ever loved to another woman. Her actions forced him to watch on the sidelines as his father doted on his twin sisters, Jordin and Jadin. Austin vowed his child would not tread down that same painful path.
With the help of a private investigator, Austin had succeeded in locating the child in Charleston, South Carolina. He thought it a blessing and fate that his son lived in the same city as his father and siblings. Austin had been taking steps to build a relationship with his family. Locating his son here, too, was perfect.
However, he was not prepared to discover that the woman raising his son was also the best friend of his sister, Jordin. This could be a potential complication, but he was not going to let this stop him from petitioning the courts to reverse the adoption.
Austin walked out on the balcony to enjoy the June weather. It was bright and sunny, but the temperature was just right. He agreed with guests who’d commented that the day was perfect for the wedding celebration.
He stood out there enjoying the picturesque grounds before navigating back through the doors and sea of wedding guests toward the nearest drink station, where he ordered a rum and cola.
At the sound of laughter, Austin turned in time to watch as Jordin and Ethan cut slices of their wedding cake. His sister looked happy and very much in love.
He smiled.
“What are you doing over here by yourself?”
Austin glanced over at his father. “Getting one last drink.”
Etienne surveyed his face. “You okay, son?”
His gaze traveled back to Bree. “I am.” The truth was that he had missed the first two years of his son’s life and it filled his heart with an unrelenting ache. His pain was a shadow that resided in the corners of his heart but never failed to appear morning, noon or night.
“How are you dealing with the idea of Jordin being married?”
Etienne shrugged. “Ethan’s a good man and he’ll make her happy—of that, I have no doubt...but I have to confess, I’m feeling a mite old right now. All of my children grown...” He turned to face Austin, giving him a faint smile that held a touch of sadness. “I hate missing out on so much of your life.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“It doesn’t lessen the pain.”
Austin believed his father because he felt the same way where Emery was concerned.
* * *
The office was empty when Austin arrived Monday morning around seven. He’d been working at his family’s Charleston firm for a year but wasn’t normally the first to arrive. Today he wanted to get an early start. It helped him to keep busy.
Austin entered the break room and made a cup of coffee.
The office manager, a woman in her early forties, walked in and gasped. “Oh, goodness... I’m sorry, Austin. I didn’t expect anyone to be here. I’m usually the first to arrive.”
“I woke up at five and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to come in a little earlier,” he explained. “No point in wasting the time doing nothing.”
She nodded in agreement. “I have to tell you...your sister’s wedding was beautiful. Oh, my goodness... Your family really knows how to throw a wedding.”
“It was nice,” he told the office manager. “I enjoyed meeting your husband, Gwen. It turns out that I went to high school with the son of one of his frat brothers.”
She smiled. “He told me. This world isn’t as big as we think.”
Austin couldn’t agree more.
They talked a few minutes more while she waited for her tea to brew.
“I’d never been to Lowndes Grove Plantation before Jordin’s wedding,” Gwen stated. “And that house...it was stunning.”
Austin agreed. “Jordin told me that it was built around 1786. The owners did a great job with the restorations.”
“I almost want to have another wedding. Just to hold it there.”
He smiled, then checked his watch. “Time to start my workday. I’m covering for Jordin while she’s on her honeymoon.”
“You’ve been pulling a lot of long hours, Austin.” Gwen picked up her cup of tea. “Work-life balance, okay?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Austin took his coffee and headed to his office.
As soon as he sat down, his focus shifted to the stack of documents on his desk.
It was almost eleven when he called one of the paralegals and asked, “Were you able to get the information we needed from the mother?”
“Yes, I emailed it to you a few minutes ago.”
“Thanks,” he said before hanging up the phone.
Right after lunch Austin reviewed a couple of Jordin’s cases. He appreciated the fact that she was so organized with everything he needed right where he could find it.
The sound of a baby crying in the hallway caught his attention, and he felt a wretchedness he’d never known before.
A stab of guilt lay buried in his chest. Maybe if he’d handled things with Jasmine differently, he might