CassieAunt Suzette sang in a key generally reserved for cats in heat.The bar sang along, belting out the warbles and key changes along with Whitney Houston. Cassie would never hear “I Will Always Love You” the same way ever again. The song would forever be about tonight.Cassie was having a blast.The music was loud, the drinks strong, and the people fun. Everyone was singing and dancing under the glittering disco lights of the karaoke bar. Color and laughter filled the room.“Time for blow-jobs!” Wyatt yelled from the bar. The women all turned and grinned.Wyatt had eight shot glasses filled with liquor and topped with a healthy dose of whipped cream. He'd been calling out dirty shots all night. So far they'd had sex on the beach, banana “dick”uiri, buttery nipples, and a pink climax.Every one of them had been delicious, but Cassie was careful only to take half the shot. She was still embarrassed by the last time she'd had too much to drink.“So, the rule here is no hands,” Wyatt

WyattWyatt woke with the morning sun like he usually did. The early morning light flickered through the windows and stopped his dreams. Just like every morning, he wished he'd closed the curtains better. He sat up and glared at the offending light.Except, he wasn't in his bungalow. He wasn't home. He was in bed with Cassie.He blinked twice, looking around the room and remembering where he was. He'd slept so well he'd assumed he was home. The sleep had been deep and restful. Even though it was just after dawn, he felt ready to take on the day.Cassie shifted in her sleep beside him. She was so beautiful in the morning light. Her dark hair splashed against the crisp white linen, and she looked utterly kissable. He knew she was still completely naked under the sheet, and despite the fact they'd gone twice last night, he already felt like he could go for a third.She was just that attractive to him. She made him feel twenty years younger.But, he didn't want to wake her either. She loo

CassieDinner was just like old times. Cassie, Janessa, Julia, and Brianna all sat around the table making jokes and laughing as they reminisced and told stories. They remembered their late nights and early mornings, the boys and the heartaches, the adventures and the support they gave one another. They'd helped raise Janessa and Brianna's children as surrogate aunts. They were family, not just friends.Cassie loved being able to spend time with her college roommates. Time had changed them, but it hadn't changed their friendship.Brianna was still full of fire and quick sass. She was always ready with a sarcastic comment. Even though her last relationship had gone down in fiery chaos, she still believed in love. It helped that Janessa and Kyle had a great relationship showing her that love was still possible.Julia was softer, but still just as energetic. She was passionate about her job and seemed to be putting in even more hours than Cassie. Cassie suspected it had something to do w

CassieCassie didn't see Wyatt as she walked down the aisle. She looked for him, but she couldn't find him amid the crowd. Her heart sunk. What if he hadn't come? What if he'd changed his mind? What if his boss had found out and he was fired? What if he hadn't attended in order to save his job?She couldn't blame him if he did stay away, but she still felt a little sick. She'd been looking forward to spending time with him.She turned at the end of the aisle and split from Chad to take her position lining the altar. That's when she saw him.Wyatt sat toward the back, but he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The small, impressed smile as he looked her over made her feel more stunning than any compliment ever could. He didn't even look away when the bride walked past him.He was looking only at her.Her heart sped to a million miles per hour, and her smile turned into something that glowed. He had come. He was risking his job to be with her. He was

WyattWyatt stared after the woman he loved running from him and out into the darkness. He knew he should chase after her, but his feet refused to move. It was like they were stuck in the sand, held by invisible magnets that wouldn't let him go.“Stupid, stupid.” He dropped his head in shame. He'd been overzealous. He hadn't sold it well. He'd messed up the timing, and now it was all screwed up. He always waited for the right moment, but this time he hadn't. This time, he'd screwed things up because he hadn't read the situation correctly.He wouldn't do that again. Wyatt sat down in the sand and looked out at the dark water, trying to figure out what to do next.He needed to go up to her room and apologize. She was only here for one more night, and he didn't want to spend it apart.He also needed to tell her who he was. He couldn't blame her for running. By all appearances, he was a beach bum with barely a job. It wasn't exactly an exciting prospect to leave her life and career to go