“Please let this be a fairytale in real time.”
“THE CUP IS RIGHT THERE BRO.”
“That is akiss. She’s not leaving Vegas without a ring… OH WAIT.”
Shay doesn’t say anything. She just sits there, quietly, like a stalker, and just watches me watching it.
My cheeks are on fire. My stomach’s in my socks. My fingers go to the ring again without thinking.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “I married him.”
Shay lets out a strangled sound. “You don’tremember?”
“Nope.”
“Like, at all?”
“Not even a flash.”
She slaps a hand over her mouth to hide a cackle and fails miserably.
“Kate. You married a hockey player in Vegas, and now you’re trending. This ishorrific. I’m so proud of you.” She straightens and chortles.
I groan, dropping the notebook. I bury my face in the throw pillow closest to me.
“What do I evendo?”
Shay’s still typing, her eyes darting across the screen. “Honestly? Hope he doesn’t remember either and get it annulled quickly.” She pauses. Then she glances back at the screen, and her eyes go wide.
“...Oh, damn,” she says slowly. “You should probably know he’s already looking for you. You’re trending. It looks like everyone has figured out who the mystery bride is.”
9
FINN
WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?
Drop Pass Gone Wrong -Hesitation,or making the drop too obvious or poorly timed. Indecision
Hotel Room, Vegas
I wake up slowly. My head is pounding, my mouth is dry, and the sheets are half off the bed.
The sunlight's pouring in like a personal attack. I reach out instinctively. The bed’s empty. I roll over and sniff the sheets. It smells of her. I roll onto my back.
God, my upper back hurts, but it’s not my muscles—although those hurt, too. I’m sore everywhere.
I reach a hand around, touch my back, and feel claw marks.
ON MY BACK.
What the fuck? I blink. I sit up and look around the room. My clothes are still scattered like Skittles. The room smells like perfume and leftover tequila. My shirt’s on a lamp.
And her unique cowboy boots are mysteriously gone.
So is she.
I scrub a hand down my face, still half in a dream. Last night was a blur of music and skin and laughter and?—
