Chapter TwelveDusty didn’t realize she was dreaming until she heard pathetic noises. Would anyone be moaning at her wedding to Matt Jackson? Probably not, unless it was an ex-girlfriend. Dusty, dressed in the most stunning, luxurious dress, was about to start down the aisle when the sound of someone in pain stopped her. She turned.
Thrashing in the bed jostled her, and she awoke with a start. The beautiful dream evaporated. As she was about to scold Matt for taking away her billion-dollar fantasy extravaganza, she opened her eyes wider. The man was having a hard time. Groans morphed into words.
“No, no. No, Marnie. No, no, don’t do that. Don’t get on. Get off, get off!” And before Dusty could blink, he was screaming! “Get off the bus! Marnie, get off the bus!”
Moonlight glistened off th
