It would be his first when Alec and Gianna married, but he imagined they were often huge.
“Callie and Dylan's wedding was by far the largest. And Brett and Jennifer's this summer was almost as big. The smallest was Jake and Charlie's, but they had a secret wedding in Hawaii and invited only a handful of people.”
“It wouldn't shock me if Gianna suggested she and Alec have a smaller wedding.”
Smaller, of course, being a relative term, since Alec was one of five and all his siblings were married. Not to mention, his friend considered many of his cousins to be more like siblings.
“Has Gianna said anything to you about when the wedding will be?”
Duncan shook his head. They had yet to discuss it, but he had a good idea when it wouldn't take place. “If we were placing bets on when it will be, I'd say sometime in the winter or early spring. Gianna won't want it to coincide with May Point's busy season.”
“Haven't you learned your lesson about betting? It was a bet that earned you a spot at the auction.”
He'd hated every second of being on stage, but the event had brought them together—something that might not have happened otherwise, so he wouldn't complain. “Hey, I didn't say we should bet on when it will be, just that if we did.”
“Your cousin would not get married in the summer because of work?”
“She's under the assumption the company would go under if she's not around. I think she forgot Uncle Corey ran it for years and could take her place for a week or two.”
“She sounds a little like my dad. He's never really on vacation. Dad is just away from the office, if you know what I mean,” she said before giving her drink order to the server who'd stopped by them.
Duncan was familiar with the type. He'd been much the same way when he and Matt started Chat. Over the past year or two, he'd been trying to have a life again, because you only got one.
Tory waited until he ordered a drink too before speaking again. “Mom and Dad are visiting in a few weeks. I'm sure he'll spend at least half the trip on his phone or laptop. While they're here, they want the four of us to get together so they can meet you.”
He had several things on his calendar between Thanksgiving and the week before Christmas because he'd originally planned to spend Christmas week through New Year's on Sanborn Island. But he'd find a way to squeeze time in to meet Tory's parents if that was what she wanted.
“I'll be there. Just give me a day, time, and place.”
“Mom didn't say when they'd be around. And since it was one in the morning, I didn't ask. Next time we talk, I'll get more details. I'm sure she'll call me this week, considering how our conversation ended this morning.”
If she wanted him to meet her parents already, Tory might be open to meeting his family.
“Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?”
“Not exactly. Scott and Paige invited me to join them, but I declined because I didn't feel like going to New York. And Callie and Dylan asked me to come to their house, but since Warren will be there, so will the Secret Service. I don’t want to deal with them. But Judith, Leah's mom, asked me to join them on Saturday. That's when they're celebrating Thanksgiving this year. Leah's stepdaughter won't be with Leah and Gavin until then. Judith considers Erin her granddaughter and doesn't want to celebrate without her.”
He'd never met Alec's aunt Judith, but he liked her already.
“Why?” she asked.
“I'm going to my aunt and uncle's house. The aunt you met last weekend. I'd like you to come with me.”
“She won't mind an extra person?”
“Aunt Audrey will wonder where you are if you don't come. My parents will be there too. Maybe Gianna and Alec. I don't know what their plans are.”
Tory accepted the fruity cocktail she'd ordered from the server and signed the receipt, charging both drinks to the room. “Then count me in. Are you free to come with me on Saturday?”
He didn't need to check his calendar to know his only plans for the weekend involved eating and seeing family.
“I think I can tear myself away from eating leftovers long enough to come.” There was nothing quite like leftover turkey and stuffing sandwiches. “Who else will be there?” he asked before taking a sip of his margarita and placing it on the table between them.
Frowning, she put her cup down with more force than necessary, and he was glad it was made plastic and not glass. “Why does it matter?”
He hadn't expected her reaction. “It doesn't.” Duncan couldn't think of any reason his innocent question would bother her, but it clearly did.
“Then why did you ask?”