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a foot since I saw you last.”
    â€œDon’t think you’re going to make me mad with that dumb nickname.” She grabbed one of his hands in both of hers. “You have to come out and see my new car.”
    â€œBets…”
    â€œYou have to. I can’t figure out how to get the hood latch open. Aren’t I supposed to check the oil or something?”
    â€œEvery time you get gas. Didn’t I teach you that?” He was no longer protesting as she dragged him away. “Five minutes,” he said over his shoulder. “Give me five minutes, Emily.”
    It was more than five. As she moved around the party, she followed Will’s progress through his various siblings. There was Betsy’s car issue. His brother, Max, wanted to show off his new cell phone. Alex issued a video game challenge that apparently couldn’t be ignored. When it came time to gather around the long picnic tables that had been placed end-to-end on the grass below the deck, the youngest brother—Emily thought he was Tom—snagged the spot beside Will so he could discuss the different 401k options that his company was offering to its employees.
    If the Daileys were a solar system, it was obvious that Will was their sun. She supposed that was the prerogative of the oldest in a large family. After their parents, it would be natural that the siblings would look to their big brother. If Mr. and Mrs. Dailey had been in attendance at the party, she assumed they’d be the ones dandling the little ones on their knees after the dinner was over. But with the absence of grandparents—had they retired to another state or were they away on a trip?—it was left to Will to hold the baby while admiring a tiny ballerina’s uneven pirouettes and toddler Todd’s shiny dump truck.
    Still, he caught Emily’s hand on her last pass to help clear the table. “I’m sorry. Are you doing okay?”
    â€œFine.” Looking at him with a baby slumbering on his shoulder, she felt herself go woozy. Who could blame her? It had to be hardwired into thirty-something women. The urge for the man, the marriage, the baby.
    But Will wasn’t hers. Not really.
    Right?
    Yet Will was gazing into her eyes, and maybe he looked a little dizzy, too, like those possibilities that had showed up on the Vegas dance floors were once again whispering in his ear.
    One of his hands found hers. “Emily…” His thumb brushed across her knuckles and a rush of goose bumps sped up her arm and across her chest. She clapped her free arm over it so he wouldn’t see the instant reaction of her nipples. But maybe he noticed anyway, because his eyes seemed to darken. “ Emily… ”
    â€œWill! Will!” They started—both of them, and the baby, too—as Betsy’s voice called from inside the house. “Come into the family room. You haven’t seen the video of my graduation.”
    Instead of being reluctant like the first time his sister had demanded his attention, this time Will hastened away. Emily followed more slowly, and found a place on the outside of the small group huddled around the big-screen TV.
    â€œWhoops, rewound too far,” Betsy said, the remote in her hands. “This is stuff from Jamie and Ty’s wedding.”
    On the screen, Will was walking his sister down the aisle.
    Will was walking his sister down the aisle?
    The screen fuzzed out, and then it changed to show the moving image of Betsy, in a gleaming white cap and gown, her smile even brighter as she ran toward the gathered family and went straight for…Will.
    Her first boisterous hug went for brother Will, who was grinning as he pushed her away so he could hand over a huge bouquet of flowers. Where were Mr. and Mrs. Dailey? She’d met them a couple of times when they’d picked up Will at camp, and she couldn’t imagine why they weren’t in the video footage.
    Her confusion must have