I started the next week with a surf lesson for another one of Kiana’s grooms. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Head over heels for his soon-to-be wife.
“How did you two meet?” I asked him.
I’d learned guys who were in Hawaii for their wedding liked to talk about the woman they were marrying. They were so stupid in love that the only thing that registered was the woman they were hitching their boat to forever.
“She was my boss,” Braden said. “She was a real ballbuster. I never thought she’d give me the time of day.”
We paddled out farther and ducked under a wave. He popped up next to me like he’d been surfing his whole life and shook the water from his hair.
“What changed?” I asked.
He grinned. I knew that look. One half of his mouth turned up, his eyes went a little glossy. He stare
