All Dressed in White

65

Jeremy looked at his watch, wondering how late he should stay at the hotel. He had gotten so distracted taking photographs of Laurie and her friends that he somehow lost track of the bridal party. By the time he walked back to the seafood restaurant, their table was empty.

He checked the other hotel bars, but no luck.

Now he was on the beach. A few couples passed him on moonlight strolls, but he didn’t recognize anyone. The moon was beautiful tonight. It had been a long time since he practiced his nighttime photography skills.

He changed his camera to a long exposure, pointed the lens across the ocean, and snapped. He checked the digital image on the screen. Stunning. He hadn’t lost his touch. At this time of night, most photographers would end up with either total blackness or a bright, harsh flash. But with a long exposure, he had managed to capture the pillows of waves across the ocean and the pepper of stars over the water. Not bad.

He was on his way back to the hotel when he spotted a woman walking toward him. She was alone, her long curly hair blowing in the wind. He was nearly certain it was Meghan.

He turned away as she passed. He gave her a hundred-foot lead, then began to follow. She’d never notice him from this distance.