Wedding Wishes. Liz Fielding

door a little wider. It wasn’t a gecko that had lost its grip sitting in the middle of the floor, but a hunting spider on the prowl for supper.

      Suddenly everything went quiet as the water was turned off. He had one, maybe two seconds before Josie stepped out of the shower, saw the spider and screamed.

      His chance to be a hero.

      His reward, a naked woman in his arms.

      As the shower door clicked, he dropped the towel on the spider, scooped it up, shut the door quietly behind him.

      He steadied himself, then carried it outside, shook it carefully over the rail.