His Wedding. Muriel Jensen

      He sighed and smiled. “I don’t regret that. But I’m starting to wonder if fishing you out of the water was the wisest thing I could have done.”

      “I guess only time will tell. See you tomorrow.”

      She headed for the house. He climbed into the truck to spare himself the view of her neat little backside as she walked away.

      But there it was, beautifully framed in his rearview mirror.