“You’re getting married where?” Griffin Jameson wanted to kick himself for not seeing this coming. He should’ve known his delightfully hoydenish soon-to-be sister-in-law wouldn’t mind stretching the boundaries of propriety — even on her wedding day. “You heard me.”...

Christmas evening Laura stood by the window in her upstairs bedroom, unable to settle down for the evening. She was too restless to take a seat and read by candlelight, like she normally did. So far, she’d done nothing more than lay out her nightgown on the bed. Sleep...