I follow Arnold’s scent, slipping around to the side of the pack house to find him standing there, his hands clasped together like he’s nervous about something.
“Arnold!” I cry, running to him to give him a big hug. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m glad you got my message, but I didn’t expect you to actually come!”
“I am happy for you, Sarah, on the occasion of your marriage, but I actually came here for a different reason. Can we go inside and talk?”
“Sure thing,” I say, curious about what he’s going to tell me. “Let me go grab you some snacks.”
I send Arnold inside, then run down to the beach to pick up some grilled shrimp for him. Nash has started a beach volleyball game, and several people shout at me to come join, but I tell them that I need some alone time before rejoining the festi
