"Jesus Christ, woman! Watch where you're going!"
Logan had been minding his own business and enjoying the nighttime stars when suddenly this woman had practically run over him. She was sprawled on the sand and he instinctively grabbed her and placed her in his lap, brushing off the sand from her back and arms. The woman looked at Logan and screamed.
"Get the fuck away from me."
Sitting on his lap was his ex girlfriend from high school, Caitlin. Both were attending a friend's wedding and he had tried very hard to stay away from her since he had arrived on the island this morning. He had succeeded up until this point.
Caitlin and Logan had dated all through high school and everyone thought they were going to get married. Two days after graduation he had called her and asked her to meet him at their special place. She had gotten so excited, thinking that he was going to propose. Instead, he had broken up with her. She had run home crying, packed her bags, and gone up to her parent's cottage for the summer. She had spent one day at home packing up for college and hadn't been home since.
She stood up and stumbled, but regained her balance as she looked down at Logan. By this time Logan had stood up, more to get out of the way of the fiery redhead who he knew all too well.
"You're supposed to be in Australia."
"There is no way I was going to miss Mark and Sophie's wedding. I have been trying to stay the fuck away from you and I was successful until you practically ran me over."
Caitlin scowled. She hated when he was right and that made her even angrier.
"You shouldn't be lying on the beach in the dark."
