With a deep sigh, he scoots upright against the pillows and rubs his eyes. “Shit, I didn’t think you were that drunk.”
“I wasn’t. I…” Crap. “Okay, maybe I was. A little.” I remember downing shots at the burlesque show after… “Oh my god.”
He flicks a sidelong glance at me. “What?”
“You… we…” We dry humped on a stage in front of god knows how many people, and then we came back to his hotel room and… “We had sex, didn’t we?”
His jaw tenses as he looks from me to the mess of clothing discarded on the floor. I must’ve stolen one of his T-shirts to sleep in because my girly bits are covered, but I am most definitely not wearing panties.
“Honestly, I don’t remember.”
“Shit.” I wouldn’t be upset if we did, but if I finally got Dean Langston naked and inside me, I’d really like to remember. Lord, this is not good.
I pace to the dresser, where my phone is plugged in. It’s almost nine a.m., and I have a dozen texts from Bella and the other bridesmaids. For now, I ignore them, because figuring out what happened with Dean is far more—
“What the hell is this?” I snatch up the piece of paper from beside an empty champagne bottle on the dresser.
“What’s what?” Dean swings his legs over the side of the bed, and nausea rolls in my stomach as the words across the top of the paper go in and out of focus.
“No, no, no, no…” I spin to him, and the room shifts around me. “T-tell me it isn’t real,” I stammer as he pads over in his boxer briefs and takes the document from me.
“Ah, fuck.” He scratches a hand over his mussed hair. “Actually, I think it is.”
“What do you meanyou think?” My name is on that paper. His name is on that paper. There’s a freaking Nevada state seal!
“I remember going to the chapel last night. And then the marriage bureau.”
My jaw drops. “What?”
He lifts a hand and lets it drop. “You wanted to see if people could really get married on the fly in Vegas.”
“And you thought that was a good idea?”
He shrugs. “No. But you’re damn insistent when you want something.”
“Oh my god.” I fall back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. As if waking up in his room wasn’t crazy enough, now I’m apparently Mrs. Dean Langston. “How the hell did you go from not wanting anything to do with me to agreeing to marry me in a matter of hours?”
He’s quiet for a moment before he sighs and drops his shoulders. “I don’t know, Tess. I was drinking, too, and… I don’t fucking know.”
The regret in his voice is as apparent as the stuff rioting in my stomach.
Married. Somehow, we managed to get married.
“Look, this shit happens all the time in Vegas. We’ll get it sorted out.”
“Right.” But it doesn’t happen to me. I may be one of the most impulsive people I know, but even this is extreme. “My flight leaves in four hours.” And I still have to get back to my hotel room to pack and check out. I’m barely going to have time to get to the airport, let alone get an annulment.
“Alana and I fly out later this afternoon. I’ll see if I can figure something out before then.”
“Please don’t say anything to her about this. She’ll tell Holden, and he’ll tell Kaden, and I just don’t need that in my life right now.”
“Neither do I, believe me.” He blows out a breath and picks up his phone from beside mine. “Son of a bitch,” he mutters. “Speaking of your brother…”
“What is it?”
“Holden came back to the hotel with Alana last night. They want to meet for breakfast.”
Crap on a cracker! I’m supposed to meet my brother and Alana this morning, too. At least I rememberthat.
