I check my phone. “Two bars. You can use my phone if you need to.”
Her thumbs fly across the screen. “It went through.” She glances around. “Think there’s more than one bedroom?”
“This is the local love shack, so that’s doubtful.”
I follow her down the hallway, where there are two doors. One opens to a bedroom and the other to a bathroom. The bedroom has a queen wrought-iron bed with some frilly pillows.
I glance back to the living room. Shit. There’s no way I’ll fit on that couch. Hell, I’ll barely fit on the bed.
“I brought a sleeping bag. I’ll crash on the floor.” I turn, but Paige grabs my arm.
“You sleep on the bed, big guy. I’ll be fine on the couch.”
She gives me one of those fake smiles she’s been sporting all day, and that knot of guilt grows. “Thank you for the ring. You spent too much on it. At the end of our time together, we’ll sell it and get your money back.”
Paige swallows and looks away. “It’s my gift to you. Something to remember me by when I move away to coachcheer camp. I’m thinking Boston might be nice. I applied for an assistant position there that starts in January.”
Boston? Why the fuck does she wanna move to the East Coast?
Before I can say anything, she slides into the bathroom and shuts the door.
As I toss and turn in bed a few hours later, I think about all the crazy shit that happened today.
I married Danny’s little sister.
I’m sorry, bro. I didn’t know another way to save the ranch, but this will help me keep an eye on her.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Sometime around two, it’s so hot, I kick off the sheet and wander out into the living room to look for the thermostat. Instead, I find Paige sprawled on the couch in a cropped white tank top that barely covers her tits and a lacy white thong.
Fuck.
I pivot and head back to my room, where I throw open the window and pray for a breeze.
After I flop on the bed, I do my best to ignore my early morning wood. I will not jerk off to thoughts of Paige.
As I lie here, it’s hard not to compare this wedding to my first one. I should’ve known my marriage to Amber was doomed. She was a total bridezilla. She snarked at the caterers, her bridesmaids, her family, and me. I spent a small fortune to give her the wedding she wanted, and she still complained.
In contrast, Paige got the discount courthouse penny-saver version, and all she did today was thank everyone. She was a gorgeous, gracious bride. If there was anyone who deserved her ideal wedding, it’s the woman sleeping on the fucking couch.
I hate the idea of her moving so far away, but if that’s what she wants, I’m going to do my damn best to make sure she has everything she needs when she goes.
The morning light shining through the window wakes me around nine. I don’t remember the last time I slept this late. With a yawn, I use the bathroom and then head to the living room to look for Paige, but she’s not there.
That’s when I hear a splash.
I open the front door and see her swimming just off the dock. I wander down there, but she doesn’t see me.
Which is how I come face to face with my very naked wife, who freezes halfway up the dock ladder.
Holy hell, she has a gorgeous body. Beautiful, round tits with nipples the color of peaches. A tiny waist and bare little pussy. Lean thighs I’d love to have wrapped around my neck.
As water drips off her hills and valleys, I lick my lips.
“Rhett!” She lets go and splashes back into the lake. “You scared me.”
Shit. I turn around and hold up my hands. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were skinny-dipping.”
