Derek's car pulled up slowly in front of the packhouse. The moment the headlights swept across the driveway, he spotted Connor's SUV and remembered Kira.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, the guilt hitting him instantly. He had completely forgotten.
Connor came around to open the door for Kira. She stepped out still in her burgundy gown, her heels in her hand, the night air cool against her bare feet on the driveway. She was already moving toward the front door when she heard the sound of another car.
She glanced back.
Derek's car had rolled to a stop behind Connor's. The back door opened, and Derek stepped out, blue shirt slightly rumpled, hair tousled at the edges, looking entirely unhurt and completely fine.
Declan came around from the driver's side. And then the other back door opened, and Ruby stepped out, smoothing her dress as she straightened up.
