This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright 2011 Jason Letts
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Of all the things that could ruin my wedding day, I never thought it would be the napkins. I’d barely wrapped my tie around my neck when my wedding agent called to tell me the situation was “code red.” That left me and my best man, Rowan, storming out of my cabin, fumbling with our ties, and making a bee line for the dining room where the reception would be held.
Rowan and I trotted up the steps to the top deck of our cruise ship, the Sea Maiden, and took a sharp right toward the front of the boat that must’ve been at least the length of a football field away. I was nervous, knowing that even the tiniest imperfection could be catastrophic for my fiancée’s family, but one glance at Rowan’s lean, dark face told me he had everything under control.
“Beck, if you think you’ve got the jitters, I bet she’s sweating bullets,” he said, cracking a sly smile.
“Looks like you’re the only one without anything to worry about,” I replied. I gave my tie a firm jerk and felt the loop tighten around my neck.
“It helps when you don’t decide to get married at 19,” he said, and I shut my mouth.
Rowan always had a snappy comeback handy, so I let him have the last word and looked over the ship’s balustrade at the shimmering, deep-blue ocean. White waves crested against the ship some six or seven stories below us. Soft gusts of wind tousled my hair, and each anxious breath took in the air’s pungent, salty scent.