“Wait a minute,” Logan said suddenly, remembering that morning. “Didn’t she just get married?”
“Oh, uh, yeah…she did,” Maria busied herself with drying off her dress.
“Then what did you mean by ‘you’ll have to get in line’?”
“I meant to uh…congratulate her. That’s what those guys are doing. Wishing her a happy marriage.”
Logan looked over at Hazel again. He’d never seen anyone congratulate someone quite the way they were. Hazel was giggling and flirtily touching their arms, and he could spot a guy flirting with a girl a mile away. Those guys definitely were not saying anything about her marriage.
“They seem to be flirting to me,” Logan said.
“Hazel? No, she would never…,” Maria looked over too and saw Hazel receiving
