I had one more day off before the Valentine’s Day rush of weddings. Kiana had four booked for the long weekend. Since Valentine’s Day fell on a Thursday, there was a wedding on that day, another on Friday, and two on Saturday.
I refused to think about the fact that my friends, Vicki and Hunter, were getting married the same day in Winterville and I couldn’t be there.
Nope, I was going to enjoy my last day of freedom on the water for another surf lesson. Maybe Kapena wouldn’t give me s**t again.
Not likely.
I was up early for a run on the beach to try to chase away the remnants of another nightmare. I f*****g hated the s**t, but running helped. It would be nice if a woman could chase away the garbage in my head, but I learned that lesson. I wasn’t up for overnights.
When I got back to
