Chapter 3

“Why are you calling on your honeymoon?” demanded Ian.

“How much better than mine was your night?” Jessie giggled.

“Well, I got laid, I think,” Ian said.

“You think? How good was it if you can’t remember?”

“Events are a little fuzzy but the results lying next to me are quite stellar.”

“When we left, you were organizing the conga line with Andrew—the best man—do you remember that?”

“I remember the conga line but it’s all fuzzy after that.” Ian narrowed his eyes, trying to remember more.

“What did you think of the best man?” asked Jessie.

“I steered clear of Stephen’s side of the church. I figured the less I saw of Frank the better. Why ask?”

“He’s Stephen’s best friend and I am sure he will be around a lot. I just couldn’t put my finger on him. I don’t know. I want to like him. I NEED to like him.”