Bree woke up to the sound of the ocean calling her, both figuratively and literally. She sat up in bed and looked straight out at the crashing waves. It couldn’t possibly be that late as the sun was still in the process of painting the horizon with brilliant coral colors, but she wasn’t going back to sleep. It was hard enough to believe that she was awake now; everything that had happened the evening before seemed like a surreal dream.

How could Trent be marrying her former roommate’s sister? How could Trent be marrying anyone at all? Even though she hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years, she’d always...