The words not done clung to Celeste’s mind all night, but by dawn, the mountain was already rattling with noise.

Life went on, for better or worse.

Hunter found her in the courtyard, mug in hand, steam rising in the crisp morning air.

“Coffee,” he said solemnly, handing it over like a sacred offering.

She took it gratefully. “You’re a good mate.”

“Don’t tell Logan,” Hunter said. “He’ll make me officiate his next wedding.”

Celeste snorted. “Please. Liz is going to ...