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chuckled.
    “Tell
Granny Grace I said we’re on our way,” Peter remarked, laughing.
    “She
said ya’ll better not be drunk, either.”
    “Oh,
we’re not.” Angus snorted. “Not in the least.”
    “Uh,
Dad?”
    “Yeah,
what sweetheart?”
    “Alana
left. Stomped through the house, and then took your car. Zara was going to go
after her, but Granny Grace said to let her go.”
    “I
bet she said a lot more than that.” Peter snickered.
    “You
know it.” Courtney looked at me. “I just wanted you to know before you went to
the house.”
    “Thank
you, Court. It’s over. For the best.”
    “Good
riddance, I say. No offense to Uncle Daniel.” Courtney walked off, then turned
around. “He was right—she’s just a user. You’re too good for her, Daddy.”
    I
watched my daughter in utter amazement. How did I get so lucky?
    “Gentlemen,”
Peter began, “the ladies await us. Shall we?”
    We
all got off the boat, carefully navigating the pier. Not wanting the ladies to
know we were feeling more than a little good. I felt like a huge load had been
lifted off my shoulders.
    I
couldn’t help but notice how utterly quiet the women were. The kids were all
outside gathered around two picnic tables. One for the smaller ones, another
for the more grown-up kids.
    “I’m
fine, ladies. Really, I am. In case Courtney didn’t announce it, it’s over. I’m
not going to be marrying Alana.”
    “Thank
God.” I heard Zara mutter as she sat down next to A.
    “If
it was going to happen, I’m grateful it happened before you married her,”
Mother added.
    “The
only thing further I’m going to say on the matter tonight is that Daniel was
right all along. I was blind, too much in what I mistook for love to see it.
Alana only uses people to get herself ahead. She tried using him and his
celebrity, but he knew what she was up to.”
    “For
a violinist, he’s a pretty smart dude,” Angus quipped.
    “Yes,
please don’t rush next time,” Mother said.
    “If
there ever is,” I muttered.
    “To
a new beginning then.” Zara raised her beer in a mock toast. “Dame, you’re
welcome to spend the night if you want,” she added softly.
    “Thanks,
but I think I’ll catch a ride back with the girls. I really need to make sure
Alana didn’t do anything rash like trash the place or take off in my car.”
    “I
understand, but the offer’s there.”
    “Ashley
and I could go check your place out if you’d rather stay,” Angus added.
    “Thanks,
man, but I’ll sleep better if I see it for myself.”
    “Someone
needs to tell Daniel,” my mother whispered. “Before Alana gets to him and tells
him all sorts of lies.”
    I
glanced at the clock on the wall. It would be nine in the evening in New York.
Daniel would be awake. “I’ll do it. He needs to hear it from me.”
    Taking
my cell out of my pocket, I left the room. I locked myself in the bathroom.
About the best place if you want any privacy from the Tudor clan. I noticed no
texts or calls from Alana. Not that I was expecting any. Finding my
brother-in-law’s number, I called him.
    “Damien,
hello. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?”
    “Sorry,
Daniel. I need to tell you something before you hear it from anyone or anywhere
else.”
    “Alana?”
    “Yeah.
Did she call?”
    “Nope,
haven’t heard a word. What’d she do?”
    “You
want the truth or the scrubbed version?”
    “I’m
a big boy, Dame. I don’t think my sister can do anything to surprise me
anymore.”
    “I
broke it off. There won’t be a wedding. Ever.” I hesitated for a second. I know
if this were one of my brothers, they’d want to hear the truth. “She cheated on
me, Daniel.”
    I
heard him suck in a deep breath. “You did the right thing, Damien. Don’t ever
doubt that.”
    “I
know I did.”
    “I
hope to hell you didn’t catch her.”
    “No,
nothing quite so dramatic. Ever hear of some dude named Tony? Can’t recall his
last name off the top of my