16|Love Means Nothing

The meeting wasn't going as well as Austin had hoped. In fact, it turned into a circus as soon as they sat around the oval table in one of the conference rooms on the fifth floor, with everyone demanding to know what had possessed him to blindside them with his shotgun wedding.

His father was the most aggrieved. He couldn't understand why he'd keep such a huge secret from him or deny him the opportunity to be at his wedding.

"Marybeth wanted something small," Austin explained for the hundredth time.

Frustrated, he eased out of his seat and paused in front of the window. A pang of nostalgia hit him hard as he watched a handful of surfers ride the waves in the distance. It had been a while since he'd gone to the beach to unwind and be one with the ocean. Maybe he should go surfing one of the days. Better yet, he should take Orlando and Beth for a weekend getaway on the yacht. They'd make it a pre-honeymoon vacation. Not that he'd pitch it as that to Beth. She'd made it clear how much sh