Everybody knows that when you get married on a booze cruise, the wedding only lasts as long as you’re at sea, right? It seems like our captain didn’t follow that rule, and now I have to hunt down the big, bad biker I’ve known forever to tell him that our three-day cruise was actually our legal honeymoon. Duck’s still holding a grudge about me giving him his nickname. He’ll never let me live this down.

When we first met, I thought Mel was a sweet young thing. She’s spent two decades proving me wrong. Today I finally get my revenge when she arrives in Lonesome looking for an annulment. At first, we delay to protect her from her ex-husband, but I quickly realize that the longer I stall, the more time I have to talk her into turning our drunken vacation prank into a stone cold sober lifetime commitment.

If you’re looking for an old friends who know where all the bodies are buried, accidentally married after an open bar, woman in jeopardy romance, you've found it.