she said. “I have my hat and my sunglasses, and no one will recognize me,” Serena said. “I just want to pick up a few things and then I’ll walk back to your place.” Ryan looked out the windscreen. They were parked on the main street of Raglan, a half-hour walk from the beach house. “But I can come with you. You know what will happen if someone recognizes you.” Serena had been in New Zealand for only a day but she’d already grown restless hanging about the bach. She’d made elaborate plans to spend her day at the most important spots in Raglan—the market, the bakery and the hardware store. News of her canceled wedding hadn’t hit the media yet, so Serena assumed Ben and Thom had talked and decided to keep the news to themselves. They were no doubt hoping to get her back to Los Angeles and down the aisle before anyone was the wiser. “I just need a little more time to work out what I’m going to say to everyone.”
