Page 87 of Deadly Misfortunes

The men all rose from the groom's table to laugh and give the ladies hugs.

Gregory wanted to sit with her, but he and the guys were nearly done with their meals, and Sascha pointed to the table nearby where they would be sitting. “We’re going to sit there. But if you want, you guys can join us at miniature golf afterward.”

“After we finish golfing, we could go to a pub and dance if you would like,” Kat said.

Gregory was all for that.

“Oh, and the ladies will play golf separately from you guys.” Sascha sounded like she didn’t want to compete against the guys.

He smiled. It would make for a huge group playing on each putting green if they did it together. Plus, trying to navigate the fairways—the paths between putting greens—with that many in one group would be difficult.

“That works for us,” Gregory said, thrilled that Sascha and her companions knew they were staying on the island and they wanted to golf with them.

“Okay, well, eat, and we’ll order our food, and we can follow each other to the miniature golf course.” Sascha hugged and kissed him again, and then she and the ladies took their seats at the other table.

“This worked out great,” Prescott said, sounding glad to be with Kat also.

Damon was quiet. At least he wouldn’t have to play miniature golf with Lucy. As for the pub, they didn’t have to dance either. But Gregory would dance with Rose too, and so would their father, since she didn’t have anyone to be with. Damon better not dance with Rose!

“I wonder what they’ve been up to,” Gregory said as he ate another cheese enchilada.

“Parasailing,” Gregory’s dad said. “Henry told me Rose even went. And she’s terrified of heights.”

“I can’t believe it,” Gregory said, remembering that she wouldn’t climb a mountain of sand while he and his dad did it. His mom had stayed at the bottom of the dune with Rose while other visitors were climbing up the sand.

“Kat better not have gone parasailing,” Prescott said, ever protective.

“Just Lucy, Sascha, and Rose. But Henry said everyone had a grand time,” Gregory’s dad said.

“We ought to do that,” Damon said.

“We’ll put that on the schedule for tomorrow morning,” Prescott said.

All the guys wanted to do it, even Uncle Jimmy and Gregory’s dad.

Gregory overheard Nick tell Omar, “You entered the ice cream shop with the ladies just after we left. You should have seen us all leave in a hurry when we saw the women coming.”

“I’m surprised we haven’t run into the ladies before this,” Gregory said to the guys.

“We were on the other side of the island at the nature reserve while they were parasailing.” Prescott ate some more of his steak fajitas.

“True. If we had been walking on the beach, we would have seen the ladies.” Gregory drank some of his water.

After they ate, the women got their meals and started eating. The guys ordered dessert so they could hang around longer until the ladies were ready to leave with them to play miniature golf.

“Have any of you played miniature golf in a while?” Gregory asked as they paid for their meals and joined the ladies, walking out to the vehicles.

“When I was a kid,” Sascha said.

“Yeah, the last time, Lucy, Sascha, and I played when we were eleven. We beat Aunt Meg, but Uncle Jimmy beat us all,” Kat said. “It’s a good thing we’re doing this now before my belly gets in the way of the golf club too much.”

Everyone laughed.

They all got into their cars, with two bodyguards driving ahead, two in the middle, and one behind Gregory’s rental SUV.

“The last time I remember playing miniature golf was when you and Rose were little. She kept grabbing the ball and sticking it in the hole, though she had tried several times to knock it in,” Gregory’s dad said.

“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” Gregory said, as amused as his parents had been when she did it. He almost wanted to see her do it now, for the fun of it.