Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,23

what round it is,” Nora said. “Where did you get a bikini?”

“I think I just took my dress off and did it in my underwear.”

Nora raised her eyebrows. “Hot.”

“No, it’s not hot. It’s crazy,” I said. “Oh my god, that’s probably on the internet too.”

“We’ll find it later, and I’m sure you looked fierce,” Nora said. “You have a banging body.”

That perked me up a little and I cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

“So, what happened with Cox this morning?” Nora asked. “Was he surprised to see you in his room or do you think he remembers more than you do?”

“He was asleep when I woke up. I really wanted to sneak out before he saw me, but my clothes were everywhere. I never did find my bra. Anyway, that’s not important. I have other bras. When he did wake up, he didn’t seem surprised to see me. He just said morning in that slight Southern drawl of his. I wonder where it comes from? He had it when we were kids, too.”

“Okay, focus,” Nora said. “He didn’t say anything about last night?”

“Not really. Although I didn’t exactly give him a chance. I fell flat on my face, then grabbed my clothes and got dressed. I bolted out of there as fast as I could.”

“I can’t blame you for that,” Everly said.

“Have you at least gone through the photos on your phone?” Hazel asked. “Those might give you more clues as to what happened last night.”

“That’s an excellent suggestion,” Nora said.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m afraid to look.”

They all raised their eyebrows at me.

With a resigned breath, I took out my phone and opened the photo gallery.

The first ones weren’t so bad. I’d taken a few selfies with Cox at the craps table and I did look awfully cute. Nora had done a great job with my hair and makeup. There were several more with the other people who’d been playing with us. We sure looked happy.

I kept swiping through the gallery. Shots of people in the limo—there were Tanya and the drummer, Drake and Marika, and a few others I couldn’t remember. More selfies with Cox, holding up champagne flutes. Me hugging J.J. the limo driver.

Well, that was embarrassing. We’d hugged last night and I hadn’t recognized him this morning.

There were photos at another casino. Another one of Cox at what must have been the MMA fight. None of me as a ring girl. I wondered if Cox had taken any, and I couldn’t decide if I hoped he hadn’t or hoped he had.

It seemed like I’d taken a hundred at Drake and Marika’s wedding. Someone—maybe Cox?—had snapped a few of me giving a toast. And then more selfies.

But none of this was too bad. Maybe we hadn’t actually—

Except… Oh no.

Oh.

No.

“Oh my god, we did.”

Nora’s lips curled in a grin. “Did you take sex pics?”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” I stared at the photo and I knew. The memory that kept knocking on the back door of my brain suddenly burst in.

My hands trembled as I held up my phone so they could see the truth. The epic disaster that I’d wrought. The horrifying conclusion to my wild night in Vegas.

There hadn’t just been one wedding last night. There’d been two.

“I think I married Camden Cox.”

9

Sophie

Silence settled over the table as my three best friends stared at me in horror.

I turned my phone back around so I could look again. There we were, standing in a wedding chapel. I was in my purple dress, holding a bouquet of white flowers, and I had a single white rose tucked behind one ear. Cox had been wearing a button-down shirt, vest, and slacks, and somehow even without a jacket and tie, he looked perfect.

The officiant had been an Elvis impersonator. How terribly cliché.

“Okay, everybody stay calm,” Nora said. “That photo doesn’t mean you actually got married. Even if you went through a ceremony.”

“She’s right.” Hazel adjusted her glasses. “You would have needed a marriage license.”

“I’m pretty sure we got a license.” Slowly lowering my phone, I searched my memory. “We had to rush to the Marriage Bureau because it was almost midnight and that’s when they close. But we made it just in time. I think the clerk was really nice.”

“Oh my god, Sophie, that means today is your wedding day,” Everly said.

Nora and Hazel’s gazes swung to her.

“What? If she got married after midnight, that means technically it’s today.”

A tight ball of emotion tried to work its way up my throat,