He’d draped himself with extra covers earlier because he was cold, but now he was so hot that it felt as though he’d set his thermostat on high. Tossing the heavy linen aside and forcing his aching body from the mattress, Chris rubbed his hand across his forehead and wiped away beads of perspiration. The dream he’d been having was trapped in a fog in his mind. Chris tried to recall it clearly but couldn’t. He knew it had something to do with his wedding, though. Lisa was in the dream and so was he. But just as they were proclaimed man and wife, something would happen to mess up an otherwise flawless wedding day. “No time for getting cold feet, Christopher,” he told himself with a laugh. His sister had warned him that he’d start getting wedding jitters as the date came closer. Ursula said that it happened to all men. Chris had disputed her, but now he was beginning to believe it was true. “I sure hope I didn’t give this to you, Barbara,” he said, changing his thoughts as he struggled to stand and maintain his balance.
