{"id":21228,"date":"2021-07-13T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-07-13T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/?p=21228"},"modified":"2021-07-12T16:25:58","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T23:25:58","slug":"the-rehearsals-by-annette-christie-book-review-excerpt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/the-rehearsals-by-annette-christie-book-review-excerpt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Rehearsals by Annette Christie | Book Review &#038; Excerpt"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h4 id=\"review-copy-provided-free-by-the-author\" class=\"wp-block-heading\"><em>Review copy provided free by the author<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n<h4 id=\"feels-and-reveals-for-reals\" class=\"wp-block-heading\">Feels and Reveals, For Reals<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-default\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-large\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"388\" height=\"600\" src=\"https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/the-rehearsals-388x600.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"lazyload_inited wp-image-20581\" srcset=\"https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/the-rehearsals-388x600.jpg 388w, https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/the-rehearsals-194x300.jpg 194w, https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/the-rehearsals.jpg 436w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 388px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Where do I even start? I think I was pre-disposed to love <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3k7zTrJ\">Annette Christie&#8217;s adult debut, The Rehearsals<\/a>, out today. I live in the Pacific Northwest, I&#8217;ve been to the San Juan Islands and I love a good time loop. (Did you read Christina Lauren&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/dailywaffle.com\/stage1\/2020\/10\/13\/3-new-totally-not-twee-christmas-romances\/\">In a Holidaze<\/a>?) I mean, who&#8217;d pass up the chance to do something over or differently, if you didn&#8217;t get it right the first time? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Except in The Rehearsals, for Megan and Tom, it&#8217;s not exactly about do-overs. On Wedding Eve, the universe peels back the layers on their 10+ year relationship. This is their chance to examine and fix what got them to where they are, as they relive their rehearsal dinner day, just before their wedding in the San Juans. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Upfront, this is not a rom-com, it&#8217;s domestic fiction\/contemporary fiction with a romantic relationship at its center. You run the gamut of emotions with Megan and Tom. They are messy! They are flawed. But they aren&#8217;t fundamentally bad people. Controlling and\/or dysfunctional families and old secrets stand between them. They both make bad (read: dealbreaker!) decisions. At times you want to shake both of them, and say, C&#8217;mon, stop! Think about what you&#8217;re doing! But the truth is, Annette Christie kept me rooting for them through every new loop. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">What I loved is that The Rehearsals is it&#8217;s about self-discovery as much as it&#8217;s about Megan and Tom&#8217;s relationship with each other. And it&#8217;s told in alternating POV (third person). A clever way of telegraphing both of them are culpable for where they&#8217;ve ended up. That&#8217;s just one of the things that made me love this book. <strong>The Rehearsals is smart and real and wonderful.<\/strong> And there&#8217;s character growth and self-awareness! And in the end, The Rehearsals hit me. Right in the feels. Yes, there were tears. Happy ones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><strong>4 stars<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">P.S. Play the song mentioned in the final chapter while reading it.  As Megan once said to Tom, \u201cA good lyric simultaneously tells a story and makes you feel as though someone\u2019s drop-kicked your heart into your throat.\u201d Yep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><strong>Get The Rehearsals from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.therippedbodicela.com\/aff\/dailywaffle\/book\/9780316592994\">The Ripped Bodice<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/6843\/9780316592994\">Bookshop.org <\/a>| <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiebound.org\/book\/9780316592994?aff=dailywaffle\">IndieBound<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3k7zTrJ\">Amazon<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/books.apple.com\/us\/book\/the-rehearsals\/id1534529851?itsct=books_box_link&amp;itscg=30200&amp;at=1001lIr6&amp;ct=books_the_rehearsals&amp;ls=1\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Apple Books<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>(This post includes affiliate links that kick us a small percentage at no cost to you if you use them to shop. 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font-size:14px; line-height:17px; margin-bottom:0; margin-top:8px; overflow:hidden; padding:8px 0 7px; text-align:center; text-overflow:ellipsis; white-space:nowrap;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/reel\/CRPe_HmCE31\/?utm_source=ig_embed&amp;utm_campaign=loading\" style=\" color:#c9c8cd; font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; font-style:normal; font-weight:normal; line-height:17px; text-decoration:none;\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">A post shared by Michelle (@dailywafflebooks)<\/a><\/p><\/div><\/blockquote> <script async src=\"\/\/www.instagram.com\/embed.js\"><\/script><\/center>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h1 id=\"excerpt\" class=\"wp-block-heading\">EXCERPT:<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\"><em>From the book&nbsp;The Rehearsals&nbsp;by Annette Christie. Copyright \u00a9 2021 by Annette Christie. Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY. All rights reserved.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<h1 id=\"chapter-one\" class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>CHAPTER ONE<\/strong><\/h1>\n\n\n\n<h2 id=\"megan\" class=\"wp-block-heading\">Megan<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><strong><em>BEGIN AS YOU <\/em><\/strong><em>mean to go on.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">These were the words Tom and Megan spoke to each other every New Year\u2019s Eve after kissing at midnight and before running like hell from whatever social event they\u2019d agreed to attend while the rest of the party guests mumble-sang their way through \u201cAuld Lang Syne.\u201d Because every new year all Megan and Tom really wanted to do was hole up in their cozy apartment and spend the night feasting on cheese platters, champagne, and each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><em>Begin as you mean to go on.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">It was fitting, then, that these were the first words in Megan\u2019s mind as she opened her eyes the day before her wedding. The thought was followed swiftly by a mental checklist she swatted away as she remembered that, at this point, all the details fell on the shoulders of the resort\u2019s very capable wedding planner. He was responsible for five weddings this long weekend alone, the September holiday being a popular time for big events, so he could certainly handle the Givens\/Prescott affair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megan luxuriated in the hotel linens for a moment more before swinging her legs around and padding across the chilly hard- wood floor. The tile in the bathroom was heated. She made a beeline for it. When her toes got cold, they took forever to warm up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The complimentary fluffy white robe hung on the back of the bathroom door. She pulled it around her, put her slightly warmer feet into the accompanying slippers, and drew the curtains back on the expansive bay window, blinking in the bright light. Staying in the suite came with a myriad of perks; the view of Roche Harbor was her favorite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">It was early and yet there was movement outside already. Young children, still clad in pajamas, clutched towels and travel-size shampoos as they walked with their grown-ups across the wooden docks of the marina to the public showers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">From the window Megan could even see her grandparents\u2019 rickety sailboat, <em>Happy Accident, <\/em>featuring an emerald-green hull in need of a paint job and rotting wood trim. The summers she\u2019d spent here on that boat enveloped her, warming her more than the heated floor had, because sailing trips were a time of ultimate freedom. They were the rare moments when Megan\u2019s secret sense of adventure could be indulged and she could give up being \u201cthe responsible one\u201d for a while, knowing her gran was in charge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">That\u2019s why she was here, back on the island she\u2019d escaped to every summer with her family. While she\u2019d grown up in Montana, somehow San Juan Island had felt more like home, and she\u2019d always hoped it would be the place she\u2019d get married.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Being here was perfect. She had everything she needed to throw the wedding she\u2019d dreamed about for years. Save for her fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megan checked her phone and felt a tingle of anticipation when she saw Tom had sent a message while she was still sleeping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><em>Plane landed. On my way to the ferry.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She smiled instinctively. Once they were on the same landmass again she\u2019d feel even better. She sent him a text that read Tell that ferry driver to step on it along with a selfie, knowing he\u2019d laugh atthe way her bedhead made her look like a troll doll (\u201cOnly cuter,\u201d he\u2019d always add).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The faint beep of a key card carried through the door. <em>That conniver, <\/em>she thought with glee. He was here already, throwing her off with his \u201cplane landed\u201d texts. Megan dropped the curtain and was just about to drop her robe to surprise Tom with a little tasteful pre-wedding nudity when her mother burst into the suite. Megan quickly tightened her belt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI\u2019ve heard Amazon can deliver same day, but every dress I\u2019ve looked at says it ships in one to two weeks.\u201d One hand on the small of her back, the other pressed against her chest, Donna Givens was living up to her reputation for overreacting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megan adopted the soothing tone she reserved for this woman who, despite birthing her, played the role of the child in their rela- tionship. \u201cMom. What are you doing with a key to my room?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThey gave you two at check-in, dear, really. I grabbed the second one.\u201d She opened the curtains wider, blinding herself\u2014and Megan\u2014with the abrasive morning sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThe second one is for Tom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYes, well, Tom isn\u2019t here, is he?\u201d Donna took a seat on the chaise longue beside the fireplace. Her blazing hair could easily be mistaken for flames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHe couldn\u2019t miss his client dinner last night.\u201d Megan\u2019s tone was inching on defensive. She wasn\u2019t happy about Tom\u2019s delayed arrival either, but they both had demanding jobs and long ago had made a pact to allow work to come first when necessary. Having Tom hop on a red-eye and get here a little later was an easy compromise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Donna sniffed, fiddling with the scarf around her neck. \u201cChoosing work over wife. That\u2019s Husband Number Three behavior.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">(the belligerent drunk she threw out after two weeks and often forgot she\u2019d even married). She bristled because Tom wasn\u2019t <em>anything <\/em>like the husbands and boyfriends cycling through Donna\u2019s revolving door of paramours. Because, and this was more to the point, Megan wasn\u2019t anything like Donna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megan toyed with her engagement ring, rubbing at it absent- mindedly with her thumb. Tom worked a lot, but he wasn\u2019t a workaholic. He\u2019d simply had a dinner he couldn\u2019t miss. She wasn\u2019t sure why, and, truthfully, it\u2019d felt as though Tom was skirting the issue when she\u2019d inquired. Regardless, she trusted him. If he said the meeting was nonnegotiable, it was. \u201cWhat were you saying about dresses and Amazon?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI need something to wear to the rehearsal dinner tonight.\u201d Donna gazed out the window. \u201cYou can see Gran and Granddad\u2019s boat from here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI know. I saw.\u201d Keeping her mother focused on her crisis long enough to solve it wasn\u2019t a new battle for Megan, who quickly sorted through her long-accrued arsenal. She sat down beside her mother on the chaise, took both her hands, and waited for Donna\u2019s attention to return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Donna looked back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYou have a dress,\u201d Megan gently reminded her mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI have an uninspired frock.\u201d Donna reclaimed her hands and stood to pace the room. \u201cIt isn\u2019t posh enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cWhy are you being British this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">It was the wrong thing to say. Donna\u2019s face reddened. When Megan\u2019s mother fell into one of her erratic moods, it was best to put a stop to the spiral while it was nice and slow. Since Donna could rarely resist flattery, that was where Megan would start. \u201cMom, the dress is beautiful. You look beautiful in it. Wrap dresses make everyone look ten years younger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI tried it on this morning and Gran . . .\u201d \u201cWhat did Gran do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cShe called me a floozy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cGran once called Brianna and me floozies because we went to Seven-Eleven while wearing pajamas. <em>Flannel <\/em>pajamas,\u201d Megan pointed out. Her grandmother was always butting heads with Donna, but Megan and her sister had long ago learned to laugh at the elderly woman\u2019s stodgy sass. Besides, what Gran lacked in tact, she more than made up for in hugs and home-cooked meals, two things Donna didn\u2019t excel at, and two things the girls had always craved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">For as long as Megan could remember, she\u2019d been the emotional thermostat of the family. Her mother ran too hot, ricocheting between men who likewise boiled or were too cool, filling their home with fevers and chills. With both Megan\u2019s siblings equally unreliable, it became her job to maintain the balance. Some days this was a more difficult task than others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHave you heard from Alistair yet?\u201d Megan had two motives for asking about her brother. First, it would distract Donna, and second, Megan needed to let the restaurant know exactly how many people were attending the dinner that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Donna waved away the question. Her mother no longer bothered trying to keep tabs on Alistair. Instead, she chose to be demonstrably elated when she did see him and all but forgot his existence when she didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHe\u2019s taking after his father more and more every day.\u201d Donna inhaled deeply, as though she were the heroine of a story filled with unredeemable villains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Donna had met Husband Number One, Alistair\u2019s father, at a bonfire in high school. They fell in love when they were drunk, fell out of love when they sobered up, and had been repeating this pattern ever since. He was the one husband who kept returning, but as soon as Donna got attached, he\u2019d make a break for I-15 and ride it out of Montana. Megan\u2019s and Brianna\u2019s father, also known as Husband Number Two, had been Donna\u2019s rebound. Their<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megan crossed the room to her mother and stroked her drugstore-dyed ginger hair. \u201cGran\u2019s old-fashioned. I\u2019m sure you look stunning in your dress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHer criticisms are just one more thing on my plate this week- end.\u201d Donna pouted as though <em>she <\/em>were the one getting married. This self-pitying face was usually accompanied by the line \u201cCheer me up, Moopy.\u201d Megan beat her to it, pulling out more tools.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She hugged her mother. \u201cYou\u2019re exquisite. The dress is perfection. I guarantee Tom\u2019s mother will be jealous of how fabulous you look.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Donna brightened, straightening up. \u201cThat\u2019s it!\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYou can go by and see Tom\u2019s parents, just to check in because you\u2019re such a thoughtful future daughter-in-law, and then you can ask Carol what she\u2019s wearing tonight so I can follow suit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI\u2019m not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI love you, Moopy.\u201d Donna kissed Megan\u2019s temple and dashed out the door, wiggling a goodbye with her fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI love you too, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Feeling drained already, Megan shut the door behind her mother and glanced at the hotel\u2019s alarm clock. At least Tom\u2019s ferry was due to arrive soon. Showering could wait. She settled for spraying in some dry shampoo, arranging her hair into an artful topknot, and putting on a casual jersey-knit dress. Megan smiled as she added the final touch: the delicate filigree chain and heart pendant she\u2019d laid on the dresser the night before. It was the first gift Tom had ever given her, back when they were eighteen. It\u2019d been a bit on the nose for Valentine\u2019s Day, but Tom had picked it out all by himself, hoping and believing he had achieved the height of romance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">And he had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The vulnerable, earnest look on his face when she\u2019d opened the box caused her chest to ache with an overwhelming need to make him as happy as he\u2019d just made her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Later he\u2019d admitted it was the first present he\u2019d ever given to a girl. Megan was a first for him in a lot of ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She hadn\u2019t worn the necklace in years but she\u2019d pulled it out for this weekend to remind them both of how they\u2019d fallen for each other in a beautifully clumsy and all-encompassing way. Looking at it gleaming against her collarbones, Megan was surprised by how quickly it carried her back in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She\u2019d met Tom their freshman year in Natural Disasters, a science class they\u2019d each chosen because it was an easy A. From day one, she\u2019d found herself stealing glances at the guy with a sexy sensible haircut and strong jaw who smiled and laughed read- ily. Yes, he was objectively good-looking\u2014<em>very <\/em>good-looking\u2014 but there was something more, something intrinsically gentle and endearing about him; when she looked at him, she\u2019d felt as if an invisible thread connected them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The second week, she\u2019d forgone her usual spot in the back and deliberately sat five rows down. Right beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He\u2019d smiled shyly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She\u2019d joked that, if given a noogie and some red lipstick, their professor would be the spitting image of Robert Smith from the Cure. He immediately got the reference, and they spent the remaining half hour writing their favorite lyrics from \u201cJust Like Heaven\u201d and \u201cPictures of You\u201d in the margins of each other\u2019s notebooks, and her life had never been the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">From that day on, Megan and Tom were practically inseparable. They went to lunch together every day and picked food off each other\u2019s plates. They played Frisbee on the quad. They took the long route to their classes, fall leaves sweeping around them. Megan soon felt Tom\u2019s permanence in her life. It seemed as though he\u2019d been there forever, even when he hadn\u2019t; as though he would continue to be there forever now that he was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">While they\u2019d come a long way from those carefree early days, they\u2019d felt married for as long as they\u2019d been together, so they\u2019d never been in any rush to corral their two divisive families into one overhyped weekend. But now, after twelve years together, they were making it official. Something about turning thirty felt right, a next step to mark all that they\u2019d shared\u2014and perhaps for once to bring their two worlds together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Rubbing the pendant affectionately between her thumb and index finger, Megan grabbed the keys to the rental car and headed out to meet her fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">But first, she would swing by the Prescott suite to do some dress reconnaissance. When she knocked and no one answered, Megan felt a bit relieved and decided she\u2019d grab breakfast while half-heartedly looking for Carol. The resort was small enough that locating her future mother-in-law wouldn\u2019t be a challenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">On summer weekends, local artisans and vendors flocked to Roche Harbor for an elegant market held just outside the hotel. It was one of Megan\u2019s favorite things about the island, a way to connect to the people who lived here and to memories of sum- mers past. Today, the salt air was invigorating and there was just a hint left over of the morning chill. Megan stopped at two booths to pick up some scones and coffee, and, sure enough, she spotted Tom\u2019s mother doing the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cGood morning, Carol.\u201d Megan had been with Tom for years, but somehow every conversation with John and Carol made her feel like Bambi struggling to his feet for the first time. She carefully plastered on an easygoing grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Carol, who was carrying a small bag bearing the distinct butter stains of pastries, responded with a pinched smile. \u201cMegan, darling, I just got word that the wedding rehearsal isn\u2019t going to be held this afternoon. When do you intend to have it? After dinner? That sounds terribly inconvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Of course the first words out of her mouth were a complaint. Megan smiled tightly. \u201cThere was a scheduling conflict with the hotel, but the wedding planner said we could just skip the rehearsal\u2014he\u2019ll make sure we\u2019re all in the right places at the right time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cMmm.\u201d Carol clearly didn\u2019t approve. \u201cAnyway, what are you doing here? I\u2019m sure you have a thousand details you should be checking on.\u201d Somehow Carol could sound simultaneously curt and gracious. It threw Megan off even more. Carol was petite and dainty, from the tiny jut of her chin to her size 5 shoes, but Megan knew a formidable giant slumbered underneath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThere\u2019s always time for freshly made scones!\u201d Megan immediately knew she was being too effusive. The Prescotts did not respond well to effusive. In a more restrained tone, she said, \u201cI was just on my way to meet Tom\u2019s ferry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHow lovely. Though I believe he has a golf game scheduled with the boys this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThe boys\u201d were Tom\u2019s dad and brother. Both decades too old to be referred to as such.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI know. I promise I won\u2019t interfere. I just wanted to see him before we\u2019re both in the thick of it today.\u201d When Carol made no move to respond, Megan found herself babbling to fill the millisecond of silence. \u201cIsn\u2019t this place gorgeous?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIt is. Shame it takes two planes and a ferry to get here.\u201d Carol gave Megan the once-over. \u201cWhat\u2019s on your feet, dear? Are those the hotel slippers?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">They weren\u2019t, in fact. \u201cNo, these are just some sandals I brought.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cMmm.\u201d Carol\u2019s nose wrinkled as though Megan had broken wind. \u201cAnyway, I won\u2019t keep you, but before you run off, did you remember to rearrange the seating at tonight\u2019s dinner so my tennis friends could sit a bit closer to John and me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYes. I took care of it.\u201d It\u2019d meant moving Megan\u2019s aunt and uncle, whom she adored, farther away, but she\u2019d done it. \u201cI\u2019ll double-check just to make sure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cGood girl.\u201d Carol air-kissed Megan on each cheek as she said goodbye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Once Megan was safely in the rental car, flushed from the humiliation she always seemed to feel in Carol\u2019s company, she realized she\u2019d forgotten to ask Carol what she would be wearing that night. She made an educated guess and sent a text off to her mother:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Muted color. Not interesting. You\u2019ll look so much more sensational. With the fire of her mother\u2019s dress drama extinguished, she could relax. A slow smile crawled across her face. She was marrying her perfect man in the seaside town she loved. Everything would only get better from here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<h2 id=\"chapter-two\" class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>CHAPTER TWO<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h1 id=\"tom\" class=\"wp-block-heading\">Tom<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\"><strong>TOM WOKE UP <\/strong>to the bloated belch of the ferry\u2019s foghorn and an announcement welcoming passengers to Friday Harbor. This was followed by a cheerful \u201cGood morning, sunshine\u201d from the man sitting next to him, who bore a striking resemblance to Henry Winkler. \u201cMorning,\u201d Tom replied, his voice scratchy, and nodded. A searing pain shot from the base of his head through the muscles under his shoulder blades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He was accustomed to waking up to music; without it, he felt a bit lost. Every night he and Megs agreed on a new song to use as an alarm for the next morning. Music had always been a piece of their relationship, from the first day they\u2019d met. He still remembered the way her face had lit up when she\u2019d written down lines from her favorite song by the Cure and said, \u201cA good lyric simultaneously tells a story and makes you feel as though someone\u2019s drop-kicked your heart into your throat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He was still a bit proud to remember his smooth reply: \u201cSo does a good conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megs told him later <em>that <\/em>was the moment she\u2019d fallen for him, which he\u2019d loved. That charged moment between them was when he\u2019d fallen for her too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Waking up alone on a boat with a crick in his neck was not how he wanted to start their wedding weekend. Neither was flying in the middle of the night just so he could make his tee time with his father and Brody. But as his old man liked to say, \u201cChoose your sacrifices, son.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">This usually preceded him telling Tom precisely which sacrifices to make. Case in point: he\u2019d put Tom on the dinner with the stiffs from Prescott and Prescott\u2019s latest Big Pharma pet, telling Tom it was time to prove his commitment to being a mergers and acquisitions man, even though Tom was getting married less than forty-eight hours later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Tom\u2019s exhaustion was so overwhelming, he barely even remembered landing in Seattle before dawn and catching the shuttle to the ferry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He rubbed a hand over his stubble and his tongue over his teeth. He needed a shower and a toothbrush. A gallon of potent coffee was also in order. Rolling his head from side to side in an attempt to soothe his neck pain, Tom calmed himself down the best way he knew: by thinking of Megs. With hectic work schedules and the wedding planning, they\u2019d struggled to see much of each other lately and had resorted to leaving little notes around their apartment. Before Tom left for the airport, he\u2019d found a charmingly cheesy one in his underwear drawer: <em>This underwear will look great . . . on the floor of our hotel room. <\/em>He couldn\u2019t wait to show her just how much he agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">But thoughts of Megs also brought a rising wave of anxiety. Because there was more he needed to tell her today than \u201cI love you.\u201d After the client dinner last night, he knew putting it off was no longer an option.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He moved to loosen the tie he\u2019d forgotten he\u2019d long ago removed and tried to convince himself that talking to her now, today, <em>wasn\u2019t <\/em>too little too late. She was Megs. Supportive, warm, rational.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">And, really, this was good news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She\u2019d probably even be happy. He\u2019d tell her first thing and they could celebrate this afternoon, well before the rehearsal dinner was under way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">His thoughts were interrupted by a small lurch forward indicating they\u2019d arrived. Tom squirted drops into his bloodshot eyes (free sample a spouse of one of the Big Pharma execs had passed under the table the night before, whispering, \u201cYou look tired\u201d).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">But once he was off the ferry, every annoyance and pain melted away. The sun was bright above him, the ocean below a magnificent indigo. He\u2019d been to San Juan Island only a handful of times before. With every visit, he understood more and more why the place meant so much to Megs. It was painted with a palette of greens. It seemed alive. Magical. It was a place of solitude, within arm\u2019s reach of the real world, yet free from it. Everything breathed a little easier here, including Tom himself, who often struggled to relax.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He inhaled a great healthy gust of sea air and spotted Megs waving to him unabashedly with one hand, holding a tray of coffee in the other. He dropped his luggage and, careful not to spill the drinks, hugged her as though he hadn\u2019t seen her in months. When he smelled the familiar scent of her shampoo, his stomach dipped in a pleasant way. Somehow, even after twelve years, he still had such a crush on her. Megs was quick-witted and kind. Ambitious and gorgeous. She loved to watch terrible movies because they made her laugh, and she listened to songs for the poetry of their lyrics, not just for their melodies. Who wouldn\u2019t have a crush on her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">With her body close, he felt something press up against his clavicle. He released her, and his eyes went straight to the heart pendant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">At the time he\u2019d bought it, he\u2019d convinced himself it was the perfect sophisticated gift to show her how he felt. Seeing it now years later, he realized it wasn\u2019t quite as elegant as his eighteen-year-old self had thought. But for Megs to wear it anyway made his heart twist in his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI like your necklace.\u201d He tilted her chin up for a quick kiss. \u201cI like your face.\u201d She kissed him back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Still holding their coffee, she managed to grab the garment bag he\u2019d abandoned on the wooden planks of the docks. Now that their reunion was over, an uneasiness crept into Tom. He tried hard to pretend it didn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Just as they reached the sidewalk, a pedicab pulled up at the curb. The driver was a woman with long, silvery hair and leg muscles that were more impressive than his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cFancy a ride, you two? Where are you heading?\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re good, thanks.\u201d Megs jingled her car keys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Tom took out his phone, which had been struggling to locate a signal, and found it lit up with texts and missed calls. Megan took hers out too, likely to ensure she hadn\u2019t received any time-sensitive e-mails from work. She was supposed to have the next two weeks off, like Tom, but her job was as relentless as his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Tom pressed the icon for his voice mail and was greeted by his brother\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIt\u2019s Brody. We\u2019re already at the tee, Spare Parts. Get here now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Get here five minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cSpare Parts.\u201d The nickname that wouldn\u2019t die. Tom didn\u2019t know who\u2019d first coined it, who\u2019d first claimed that was why his parents had him\u2014just in case their golden first child needed a kidney or something\u2014but it had stuck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIs it just me or is that baby unusually hairy?\u201d Megs tugged at his sleeve to get his attention, tucking her phone back into her bag. Tom turned his head, cursing under his breath at the stiffness in his neck, just in time to see a man wearing an enormous fishing hat and a baby carrier pass by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Inside the carrier was a cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Megs was pursing her mouth so tightly to stop from laughing, her lips turned white. They shared his favorite kind of look; a <em>The world is insane but at least we have each other <\/em>kind of look, which gave way to laughter as soon as the cat man was out of earshot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cLet\u2019s go to Roche and get you checked in,\u201d Megs said. \u201cYour mom seemed adamant that I not interfere with your golf game this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">He smothered the nagging feeling of guilt at leaving her to deal with both their families on her own. Megs could handle it. And she\u2019d handle it efficiently. He and Megs had long ago made a silent pact not to criticize each other\u2019s families, and he continued to adhere to that promise\u2014regardless of how badly he often wanted to tell Donna off for the way she treated Megs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cSounds good.\u201d He put a hand on the small of her back as they walked to the car. \u201cI\u2019m desperate for a shower.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The drive from Friday Harbor to Roche was short. Megs talked about her mom\u2019s morning freak-out (par for the course), which she had clearly handled with grace (also par for the course). Tom uncomfortably shrugged off her subsequent questions about the client dinner. He tried to figure out how to broach his news\u2014 should he give it to her with the tried-and-true <em>I\u2019ve got good news and bad news, <\/em>or should he just come out with it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">With Megs already parking the car, he began to panic and decided on option B. He had to just say it already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cMegs, I\u2014\u201d he began at the same time her phone started chirp- ing relentlessly. She didn\u2019t even hear him as she scrolled through a series of texts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201c<em>Damn it. <\/em>I have to go deal with my sister. I\u2019m supposed to meet her in the lobby.\u201d Her topknot was already losing shape, tendrils crawling out to frame her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cDo I even want to know?\u201d Tom asked as they got out of the car, ashamed at how relieved he was that Brianna was taking the spotlight off him. It would be insensitive to say anything now,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">when Megs appeared to have the makings of a crisis on her hands. He and Megs would talk later. When she was more relaxed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She shook her head and tossed him the extra key card she\u2019d gotten from the front desk and the keys to the rental so he could get to the golf course. She scrutinized him, her forehead creasing with concern. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYeah, I\u2019m just bagged from the dinner and traveling last night. I\u2019m going to run up to the room and take a quick shower\u2014 that\u2019ll help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYou sure it was a client meeting and not a secret bachelor party?\u201d she asked wickedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYou got me. Last night was a real showcase in debauchery. Years of Leo\u2019s attempts to get me to let loose finally paid off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She laughed at the absurdity of that notion. Tom and Megan had decided to forgo bachelor\/bachelorette parties altogether. Instead, they\u2019d worked several weekends in a row to secure a longer honeymoon. Besides, Tom had never engaged in a day of debauchery in his life\u2014despite the best efforts of Leo, his wildest and very best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">In fact, he\u2019d never slept with a woman other than Megan. He\u2019d never even entered a strip club. He\u2019d watched his friends chase shallow encounters with pretty people, but that sort of life had never appealed to Tom. There were plenty of pretty people. There was only one Megs, who could make him laugh until his eyes watered and whose heart had more capacity for generosity and patience than anyone else\u2019s. Who knew him better than anyone else and loved him still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">She gave him one more kiss and wished him luck on the golf course.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThere\u2019s the man of the hour!\u201d Brody greeted Tom with his patented one-armed half-hug. \u201cYou look like shit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cThanks.\u201d Tom self-consciously raked his fingers through his hair, still damp from his rushed shower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHello, son.\u201d His father greeted him with a handshake just as he\u2019d done his entire adult life. The Prescotts weren\u2019t huggers. Brody\u2019s attempt was the most Tom ever got from his family. \u201cHow did things go last night?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cPretty straightforward. They seemed happy.\u201d The weekend of his wedding, and Tom worried his father was going to dwell on the upcoming merger the entire time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cCan you believe this place?\u201d John continued, ignoring Tom\u2019s response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cBeautiful, right?\u201d Tom replied gratefully, taking in the lushness of the island.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cNot even a proper eighteen-hole course.\u201d John spoke over Tom again. \u201cThey say it is with this \u2018two sets of tees\u2019 nonsense, but this is a nine-hole course. I don\u2019t know how people live like this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">With that, John Prescott strode toward the first tee, leaving Tom and his brother to catch up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cHey.\u201d Brody adjusted his sun visor, adopting an impish grin. \u201cGuess how many times Mom has said, \u2018Can you believe it takes two planes and a ferry to get here?\u2019 \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI don\u2019t want to know.\u201d Tom rubbed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI\u2019m turning it into a drinking game.\u201d Brody revealed a flask in the pocket of his Kjus chinos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cPerfect.\u201d Tom grabbed it and took a swig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Brody squeezed Tom\u2019s shoulders affectionately. \u201cEase up, Spare Parts. This is supposed to be the best weekend of your life.\u201d The squeeze shifted into an annoying ruffle of Tom\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">His brother was right. Tom was giving these small gibes about the island too much weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cAnd hey, you survived another flight. I\u2019m so proud of you.\u201d Accustomed to his brother\u2019s teasing about his fear of heights,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Tom took the jab good-naturedly and grabbed the flask again. \u201cYou mean two flights and a ferry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cYou\u2019re getting to be such a brave little boy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">The remainder of the morning passed with more tipsy badgering from Brody and very little nonwork talk from his dad. This game was supposed to be more than that. It was Tom\u2019s wedding week- end, after all. He decided to take things into his own hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cSo, Dad.\u201d Tom busied himself reorganizing his already organized clubs so as not to draw too much attention to his question, one he hoped might make them feel closer even though the Prescotts didn\u2019t do camaraderie and they definitely didn\u2019t do emotions. He\u2019d held on to a tiny bit of hope that this might be the day. \u201cAny words of wisdom before I walk down the aisle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIsn\u2019t the bride the one who does that?\u201d Brody asked. \u201cYou\u2019re supposed to be standing there waiting for her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cWords of wisdom . . . \u201d John scratched at the chin he shaved not once, but twice a day. \u201cMegan\u2019s a smart choice for a partner. You\u2019ve done well on that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Heat traveled to Tom\u2019s cheeks. This was the most praise he\u2019d ever received from his father. \u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIndeed. She\u2019s driven. Works hard. Good-looking enough to be arm candy, smart enough to hold a conversation.\u201d The hairs on the back of Tom\u2019s neck stood up. His dad wasn\u2019t done. \u201cBut my advice hasn\u2019t changed since you two started this little relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">A foreboding feeling told Tom to stop, not to press. He ignored that feeling. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cEven when you select a partner who makes sense on paper, there are always variables that are unaccounted for.\u201d He raised his eye- brows at Tom\u2019s brother. \u201cBroderick knows what I\u2019m talking about.\u201d \u201cTo my wife, Emmeline,\u201d Brody mumbled, raising the flask before taking another swig. This one lasted longer. There were times when his brother resembled their father so acutely, Tom could imagine he was seeing John thirty years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cIn Megan\u2019s case,\u201d John continued, \u201cit\u2019s her disastrous, infestive family. So, my advice? Marriage doesn\u2019t always have to mean compromise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cI\u2019m not sure I\u2019m following, Dad.\u201d Tom had looked forward to this moment. A milestone as meaningful as getting married was sure to bridge some of that gap he always seemed to feel with his father, give them a new way to bond. But now he was torn between wanting to know what his dad was getting at and wanting to stop what was turning into an uncomfortable conversation. It suddenly seemed ridiculous to think a wedding might make Tom seem more worthy, more mature in his father\u2019s eyes, like someone who\u2019d finally caught up to Brody. In the end, Tom opted for his long-standing coping mechanism: biting his tongue to keep the peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">\u201cLook, when something\u2019s important, like where you and Megan spend your holidays or how much influence her washout of a mother has over your eventual children, you lay down the law. You get what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:clamp(14px, 0.875rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.412), 18px);px\">Tom wished he\u2019d pumped the brakes. 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