Janet said, pulling the passenger side mirror down to check her lipstick. “Are we find-a-cappuccino lost? Because I think we may have to be if we don’t get to this resort soon.” She looked at Tom, his cowboy hat pushed back on his head as he craned his neck to get a glance at a street sign. Finding their way to their final destination had been the most difficult part of their honeymoon so far. Janet Morgan, who’d been married to Tom Morgan for the last seventeen hours, was blissfully happy, or would be as soon as Tom looked like he knew where he was going. But everything else had gone perfectly so far. The fact that Tom had wanted to plan their honeymoon, and the argument they’d had over that fact, was in the distant past. The plane ride from San Francisco to Oahu had been smooth—Tom had even splurged on business class, which Janet hadn’t expected but had appreciated. She’d had room to lazily knit the scarf she was making, and had napped with it bundled against Tom’s shoulder.
