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Chapter One

SHELLEY WALTERS STOOD on the porch of the Rockwell Resort honey out at Cape Cod Bay Silver ribbons ofwith the motion of the tide

She stepped frone in one hand and her cell phone in the other, and dug her toes into the sand She was a lightweight when it ca the bottle instead of a glass It felt more celebratory More fun

A cool breeze brushed her dress over her thighs

This place is perfect for a honeyhts of pure, unadulterated bliss

Her phone vibrated with a call Taryn, her cousin and closest friend

“I was just about to text you to let you know that I’m finally here,” Shelley said as she sank down to sit in the sand and sipped the cha While researching places to honeymoon, Shelley had learned that the Rockwell faenerations

“How great is the island?”

Shelley pictured her cousin in her design studio, her long dark hair pinned up in ait in place and a wide smile on her lips With most women, Shelley felt like an accessory Rochelle Walters, sole heir to the diaht in the social circles she worked hard to avoid—and that others clawed their way into Luckily, Taryn didn’t care one whit about wealth or social status

“The honeye is just as cute as the pictures online” Shelley sighed dreaht on the beach, with theview of the bay”

“I’lad you decided to do this for yourself, Shell You’re reat as a solo honey it!”

Shelley loved running her coffee shop, the Creek Café, and she wasn’t so overly stressed by it that she’d needed ti what felt like half the single wo all about their fabulous honeymoons, she’d decided she wanted one A honeye where the husband and wife loved each othermarried, but the honeymoons sounded spectacular