“Josie!”
Groaning, I shook my head. “Not now, Freddie. I’ve got to find my wayward husband and kill him.”
“Huh?” Freddie ran over and tried to keep up with me.
“Never mind,” I growled, then stopped dead in my tracks as Bailey bumped into me. Glaring at Freddie, I asked, “Why the hell are you here? Don’t you know my entire family is here for the wedding? Are you looking to be skinned alive?”
“Babe, I really need to talk to you.”
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” I snapped, my tone sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air.
“NO!” Freddie shouted as I flinched. Grabbing my arm, my gigolo con-artist soon-to-be ex-husband dragged me down the hall. “This can’t wait. I’ve been trying to nail your ass down for weeks, but you are impossible to get alone.”
Opening the nearest door, my eyes widened.
There, in one of the lodge’s storage closets, was one of my cousins, her head thrown back in only what could be describe as toe-curling ecstasy as she was being thoroughly fucked against the wall as she hung onto him for dear life.
“Damn.” Bailey smirked, looking over my shoulder. “Now that’s one fine ass.”
Slamming the door shut, Freddie yanked me toward another door, opened it, and sighed before shoving me inside and huffing. “Now we are going to talk.”
Sighing, I walked over to a chair and sat. “Fine. What is so damn important that it couldn’t wait?”
Reaching into his jacket, he handed me an envelope.
Taking it, I huffed as I pulled out several sheets of paper. Looking at them, I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was reading. “What the hell is this?”
“My parental rights.”
“You signed them away,” I muttered, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” Freddie sighed. “I’m sorry to do this to you, Josie. I really am, but I’m not father material. Let George raise them. He can be their father.”
Anger washed over me as I slowly stood. “You rat bastard! You can’t just throw your kids away like a worn pair of shoes!”
Holding up his hands, Freddie backed up. “Look, babe, it’s not like I’m in any position to care for them. Besides, I’ve got to lie low for a while. Some fucking bounty hunter is trying to locate my ass. Apparently, my real wife is pissed.”
“Real wife?!” I yelled.
“Yeah, Cherry. We went to high school together, and I got her pregnant. Man, was her dad pissed when he found out. Did you know shotgun weddings were a real thing?”
“Get out.”
“Um, by any chance, can I get some cash for a bus or plane?”
“Get out, Freddie.”
“Oh, come on, babe,” the slimy fucker whined. “Don’t do me that way. I treated you real good at first. Not my fault the ladies love me.”
“GET. OUT!” I screeched.
“You better go, Hunter, before she kills you,” George said from behind me. “And don’t ever come back.”
“Yeah, sure.” The father of my children gulped, sliding along the wall toward the exit. When I heard the door shut, my shoulders sagged as George wrapped his arms around me.
I couldn’t anymore. I was so tired. So fucking tired of everything. I just wanted to sleep for the next week and let the world pass me by.
“Forget about him, Josie. He was never worthy of you.”
