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“How?” she smirked.
“You gotta be prepared for everything, honey,” smiled Claudette.
The traditional roasted pigs were served in the style of the islands, and even the décor was reminiscent of her mother’s ancestors. Uncle Noa and Aunt Ani helped with all the preparations.
HG and Maggie were thrilled for their son, proud of the woman he’d chosen as his wife.
“Welcome to the team,” said Cam, raising a glass to Ulani and Wyatt. “We’re happy to have you as part of VG.”
“Can we assume you’ll want to be part of our aviation group?” Luke asked Wyatt.
“It seems the natural thing to do,” he smiled. “I’d also like to continue work on the new jet. I have some thoughts about how to make it even more effective.”
“Amazing,” grinned Hex. “What about you, Ulani? Joining the VG team?”
“Yes. At least until we decide to start a family,” she smiled.
“Will that be any time soon?” hinted Eric. Ulani just laughed, kissing his cheek as she walked away. “Was that a yes?”
“It was a maybe,” said Wyatt. “We both want kids, but we want some time with one another. Alone.”
“That seems fair,” said Cam. “It’s hard when you start a marriage with little ones or little ones on the way. A lot of us have done it, but it’s not easy.”
“Who is that?” asked Wyatt, nodding toward the dance floor.
“Pierre. Little Pierre, rescued and adopted by Frank and Lane,” grinned Luke. “He’s not so little anymore. That kid is six-six and almost two hundred and fifty pounds.”
“SEAL?” asked Wyatt.
“Ranger, like his father. He’s almost ten years in.”
“Who is that he’s dancing with? I don’t recognize half these kids anymore.”
“That, my friend, is Ambry McDonald. Ham and Sadie’s daughter. She just turned twenty-two, along with her brothers. They joined the Navy. Both made it to SEAL teams.”
“She’s stunning. She looks like a Jordan,” said Wyatt.
“Thank God she doesn’t look like Ham,” laughed Eric. “They are a contrast. She’s incredibly fair, he’s incredibly dark. But there is definitely something there.”
“Are you guys getting so old that you’re playing matchmaker?” frowned Wyatt.
“Watch it, kid. I’m not so old that I can’t kick your ass. Or maybe I am getting that old. Hell, even I don’t know any longer. Are we that old?” said Eric. He smiled at Wyatt as he laughed, walking toward his new wife. Eric turned to his friends.
“Are we playing matchmaker?” frowned Hex. “I mean, I think we’re just being good friends, good neighbors.”
“No. No, that’s not what we’re doing. We’re just helping them to see what we know is a good match,” said Cam. Luke stared at them, then shook his head.
“Fuck. We are matchmaking.”