The wedding isn’t until sunset, so we have the entire day to mess around. At least those of us who aren’t in the wedding.
I walk down to the beach and find Ande talking to the cabana rental guy.
“Is there a problem?” I ask.
The attendant looks at me, and his eyes widen because I’m one of the Florida Fury guys. Or maybe because I’m six-three.
“All the cabanas are booked up, but Brit thought one came with the villa.” Ande looks back at the attendant. “It might not seem like it, but I’m saving you if you get me a cabana before my friend shows up.”
I laugh and mumble, “Truth.”
“Jet!” Zeus yells, spinning a volleyball on his pointer finger over by the nets.
I hold up my finger, then dig my credit card from my string backpack. “Surely you can find something for the lady. Bill it to my roo
