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guests back and forth.”
    “So I’m trapped here until tomorrow. Great.”
    Waffle looked in his rearview mirror at her then pulled into a driveway. Gigi tensed. Oh, hell no.
    “What are you doing?” she asked in what she hoped was a voice that sounded more angry than scared.
    “Give me two seconds. I’ll be right back.”
    With duct tape? A shovel to bury me? Gigi watched the young man disappear into a house, and she jumped out of the car. She strode out of the driveway and was about to sprint down the road when she heard him calling for her.
    “Hey, lady. Where are you going? I have something for you.”
    Gigi stopped and braced herself. She should have walked faster. She might have to stand and fight. “Really?” she asked sarcastically as she turned.
    Waffle trotted up to her with a slice of pie on a plate and a fork. “My mom makes the best blueberry pie, and she swears it makes everything better.” He held it out to her.
    Gigi didn’t raise a hand to take it.
    A woman’s voice called out from the house. “Waffle, are you still out there? Does she want a drink to go with it? I have milk and water.”
    Waffle glanced back. “Hang on, Mom. I think I freaked her out by stopping here.”
    A woman in a bathrobe appeared in the driveway. She had a bottle of water in her hand. She waved Gigi and her son back to the driveway. She looked Gigi over with a critical eye. “You here for the Andrade wedding?”
    Gigi nodded.
    “You don’t look too happy. Did you get fired or something?”
    Gigi shrugged. “Or something.”
    “You in some kind of trouble?”
    “No,” Gigi said softly. She didn’t know these people, but she got the sense they would have helped her had she said she was. “I just wish I hadn’t come.”
    The woman took the pie from her son and handed it Gigi. “There’s a reason why everything happens the way it does, even if we can’t see it at the time. Have some pie.”
    Gigi accepted the offering with a sad chuckle. Could the night get any stranger? More out of politeness than anything else, she took a bite. It was delicious. Not quite good enough to erase years of yearning for a family who had ignored her or to make her feel less foolish about how she’d thrown herself at Kane, but it took the edge off both. She devoured the slice, took a few sips of the water the mother had brought for her, and got back into the cab with a slight smile on her face.
    “Thank you,” she called out as they pulled away.
    Waffle’s mother waved from the driveway. When they were back on the road, Waffle said, “I was right, wasn’t I? Don’t you feel better?”
    Gigi stared out the cab window into the darkness. “A little.”
    They pulled up in front of her hotel, and Waffle held the door open for her. Gigi dug through her pockets for money, but Waffle refused when she finally produced it. “Piece of advice?”
    Gigi shrugged in resignation. “Sure.”
    “Whenever I feel really bad about something, I ask myself what I did to feel that way, and then I just don’t do it again.”
    Gigi rolled her eyes. “Wisdom by Waffle.”
    He smiled, not bothered by her lack of faith. “Hey, I’m not the one who needed pie tonight.”
    There was no arguing that point, so Gigi didn’t. She thanked him again and went into the small island hotel, grateful the day was finally over.
    *     *     *
    Kane returned to the dinner tent a short time later and wasn’t happy when he didn’t see Luisella there. He cursed himself for not insisting he walk her back to . . . her family? . . . her disgruntled lover? Neither had held much appeal for him, but he should have put that aside to make sure she was safe.
    His sister and her new husband were in the process of going from table to table to greet guests. Rena dragged Nick over as soon as she spotted Kane. “Where did you disappear to? Mom and Dad were looking for you.”
    Kane shot her a reassuring smile. “I was warm. I stepped outside to get some