Captiva Ever After (Captiva Island Series #7)

As their presence became more prominent, smiles and approving glances were exchanged among the wedding guests. The women had become an unexpected addition to the celebration.

Their faces red and glistening from sweat, the women danced their way back out to the bar.

Maggie reminded herself of the reason for the evening and went back inside the reception to find the band leader.

“You’re Maggie Moretti, am I right?”

“Yes, that’s me. I love your music and I’d love to hire you for our double wedding on December 14th. Joshua Powell recommended you and he was right to do so.”

“Great. Thanks so much. I’m glad you like our music. I’m Dylan Knight. Why don’t you write your information on the back of my card and I’ll give you one of mine to take. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Maggie wrote her name and number and the details of the Key Lime Garden Inn and handed the card back to Dylan Knight.

“I’ve got to get back to the band. It was nice to meet you. By the way, are you sure you’re the mother of the bride? I only ask because you’ve got some nice moves on the dance floor.”

Maggie beamed with pride. She loved to dance, and it felt great to know that at her age she could keep up with the younger kids.

“Thanks. My husband thinks so too. Talk to you tomorrow.”

She walked back to the bar and joined her friends.

“I got his card and it looks like we’ve got our band for the wedding,” Maggie said.

“That’s great. They’re really good,” Ciara said.

“It’s going to be a fun double wedding with this music,” Riley added.

Chelsea’s mouth dropped open and she sat frozen on her bar stool.

“What’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Maggie said.

Chelsea pulled up the dating app on her phone and the women looked over her shoulder at the man in the photo.

“I could be wrong, but does that guy over there look like my potential match?” Chelsea asked.

The women looked at the man standing across the lobby with his arms around a woman and a wedding ring on his finger.

Isabella snatched Chelsea’s cell phone out of her hand and looked closely.

“That’s him all right. Well, ladies, what do you think? I’m guessing if he has a ring on his finger, the woman with him is his wife. She might want to know that her husband is on this app.”

Maggie was mortified. “No. Isabella, don’t. It’s none of our business.”

“Yes, it is, Maggie. It’s every woman’s business to call men like this out. It’s not right.”

Isabella, carrying Chelsea’s cell phone, walked directly to the couple.

Chelsea slid down and crawled under the bar. “I can’t look. Tell me when it’s over.”

“She’s showing the woman the photo on the app. Now, he’s trying to explain. Ouch! She just slapped his face,” Maggie whispered. “Isabella is coming back and the couple is walking out of the hotel. You can get up now.”

Chelsea climbed back up on her bar stool and watched Isabella storm back toward the group.

“What happened?” Ciara asked.

“The scum was trying to explain to his wife, but she wasn’t buying it,” Isabella said.

“What kind of explanation could he have for this?” Chelsea asked.