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keep your hands to yourself, buddy!”
    â€œSkye! Wally!” Trixie Frayne dropped into the chair next to Skye. “What are you two doing here?” Trixie’s bright brown eyes sparkled as she hugged Skye. “Did you know we were on the same cruise?”
    â€œNot at first,” Skye admitted. “But we worked it out this afternoon.” She smiled at her BFF. “You look amazing. I love your dress.”
    Trixie had on a red strapless mini that was perfect for her size-four figure.
    As the women chatted, Trixie’s husband, Owen, shook Wally’s hand and said, “Good to see you, man.” He smoothed his straight black hair off his forehead. “So they got you decked out in a monkey suit, huh? I told Trix, no way was I wearing one of those.”
    Skye raised a brow at her friend and Trixie whispered, “It wasn’t worth the fight.”
    â€œDefinitely,” Skye agreed. “So where have you two been the past couple of days? Why haven’t we run into you before now?”
    â€œWith it being your honeymoon and all, my guess is you’ve hardly left your cabin.” Trixie smirked. “I’m surprised you’re here now.”
    â€œWe attended the sail-away yesterday and spent several hours at the resort this afternoon,” Skye protested. “And we ate in the Titian dining room last night and in the Coronet Brasserie tonight.” Skye’s cheeks were pink. “We’re not a couple of sex-crazed teenagers.”
    â€œSpeak for yourself, darlin’.” Wally winked and gave her a resounding kiss. “We’d be in our suite now if it were up to me.”
    â€œNow, that’s what I’m talking about.” Owen hooted and grinned, then said, “Gotta keep the womenfolk happy. Anybody who tells you that marriage is a fifty-fifty deal doesn’t know anything about ladies or fractions.”
    Trixie smacked her husband’s arm and giggled, thenrolled her eyes at Skye. Skye smiled back. It struck her that back home Owen rarely participated in the conversation, at least not this much. He was clearly a lot more at ease here than she was used to seeing him. She’d always thought of Trixie’s husband as attractive in a sinewy, ascetic way. He wasn’t her type, but she could see the appeal, especially when he was relaxed like this instead of his usual intense and driven self.
    After the men exchanged a fist bump, Trixie demanded, “So, how did you figure out we were on this ship?” She tilted her head. “You knew Owen and I were taking a cruise this week, but I’m pretty sure I never mentioned the name. I kept calling it the love boat.”
    Wally sat forward in his chair so he could answer Trixie without shouting over his wife. “We spotted the knitting group on the island this afternoon. And once we thought about it—or I should say Skye thought about it—all the pieces fell into place.”
    Skye explained, “I remembered that when Owen agreed to postpone your vacation so you could be in town for our wedding, he mentioned it was actually a better deal to take a cruise this week because the travel agent had a big group going. And then when Wally said he got a good price for our trip for the same reason, from the same travel agent, I realized it had to be the same cruise.”
    â€œThen—” Trixie started say something.
    â€œIs it okay for you two to be sitting here?” Skye had suddenly remembered that they were in a reserved section. “This area is for suite guests only.”
    â€œNo way could I afford a suite on this tub.” Owen fingered his ornate horseshoe-shaped belt buckle and looked at Wally as if for confirmation.
    â€œYeah,” Wally quickly interjected. “I know what you mean, man.” He chuckled. “We’d be in the cheap seats if Dad’s boss hadn’t insisted on paying for our honeymoon as his wedding present to