Three Weeks Later Maui
Chapter Thirty-One
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“IS THAT JESSICA?” I asked Trevor, as we stood in line at the Luau. We were in Maui, at Slammer and Frannie’s wedding reception. It was shortly after seven o’clock and from where we were standing, you could hear the sound of the ocean waves over the tropical music. Talk about paradise.
Trevor, who I’d actually gotten to wear a black Tommy Bahama camp shirt under his cut, with a pair of white shorts and flip-flops, turned around and looked at the girl I was referring to. “Yeah. That’s her.”
Jessica, who was sitting next to her mother, the bride, at the main table, looked up and our eyes met. She smiled warmly and I smiled back. I’d seen her at the wedding but hadn’t been sure.
“She seems nice,” I said, look
