“I could accommodate you on mostof that,” he said.
I did smile then. “Thanks.” I brought my nose to Mystic’s twitchy little rat one. “I’m good. The hardest things I’ve ever indulged in were Calculus and cannabis, one not since my teen years. Sleep might be good, though.”
As CJ and I mogged through the sand, part of me still hoped I’d wake up the morning of my wedding and find out this was all a strange dream. 5
“Make yourself at home.”
“Wow.” My abode turned out to be the villa on the hill, and just inside, I took a good look around. “It…it is home, Casper.”
“Call me CJ,” he suggested.
“CJ.” I took it all in.
“I’ll call you Otto-Man.”
Somehow, they’d reproduced my family’s Hawaiian estate, the one where Shawn and I were to spend our honeymoon.
“Shawn?” I whispered it, and then called out louder. “Shawn?”