They laughed.
“It’s like that, is it?” Chris shrugged. “Oh well, the girl’s loss,” he said amiably, wandering off.
Andrea drifted over and Evan wound his arm around her waist.
“My mother wants grandchildren,” he whispered in her ear.
“So I heard. Well, you’re certainly doing your part.”
“I may never wear a condom again. We could have an island full of children,” he warned.
She laughed. “We’ll take that slow, shall we?”
He kissed her neck. “Hey, what the hell did you plan for a honeymoon?”
“For Michael and Vanny? Greece, of course.”
“Who cares about them? I meant us.”
“Oh us. Kicking everybody off the island, of course,” she murmured.
He grinned. “Done.” And with a whistle, he proved he had every bit as much Reynolds in him as Evans and he kicked the whole bunch of them off the island.
The End