My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,5
too quiet in here. I scour the entire suite and, to my frustration, come up empty. My new wife has already left me.
Chapter Three
“You could’ve married worse, that’s for sure.”
Nikki
Swiping my key, I hurry into the hotel room I’m sharing with Molly, then slam the door and bend over to catch my breath.
“Molly!”
She comes out of the bathroom wearing a T-shirt and shorts, her hair wet from the shower. I rush to grab all my discarded clothes sprinkled over the floor and furniture from us trying on items last night and toss them in my suitcase.
“What’s going on?” She sits on her bed, crossing her legs, and dries her hair with the towel. “Oh, I want details about pretty boy.”
“Pack your stuff. We need to take an earlier flight. I’ll explain on the way to the airport.”
“What? You want to leave early? At least give me something then,” she whines.
My head falls back, and I finally release a breath. I can’t keep this to myself. “Turns out pretty boy is now my husband.”
Her mouth falls open and she stares at me.
“Yeah, guess I’m Mrs. Logan Stone now.” I hold up my left hand although I left the ring at his penthouse.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a ring?” she asks, pointing at my finger.
I walk over to my bed and flop down face-first with a groan.
Molly laughs. “Nice joke, but you just missed April Fool’s Day.” She shifts to get up.
“I’m serious, Mol, I married him last night,” I mumble into the sheets.
“No way.” I know my best friend well enough to know that she now believes me, but she still can’t one-hundred percent believe I’d do something like this.
“Yes.” I flip over and stare at the ceiling. “I let some man in blue suede shoes marry me to a complete stranger.” I throw my arm over my face.
This happens to other people. People I report about on my gossip radio show in my small town. Now, if anyone gets wind of this, they’re all going to be pointing fingers at me and telling me how they told me one day karma would bite me in the ass. I’m sure my stepbrother Cade will be the first in line.
“Okay, I want all the details and I want them now.” Molly lies down next to me on my bed. “You cannot leave me hanging.”
“If I could remember, I’d tell you, but the problem is I barely remember anything.”
She nudges me. “You’re such a liar. I can’t believe you’re holding out on me.”
I hold up my hand. “I swear.”
Her smile dims because just like I know when she lies—she scratches her nose with her pointer finger—she knows when I’m speaking untruths. “I never would’ve thought it’d be you.”
“Right? I’m supposed to be in your spot, and you’re supposed to be in mine.”
“Whoa, now.” Molly’s forehead crinkles.
“You’re the wild one. The one who believes in love and marriage and happily ever after. I don’t want to ever get married.”
“Well, too late for that.”
“It’s like we’re in some Freaky Friday revamp where we switched places. I don’t do things like this.” My voice grows louder because no matter what, everyone in my family will find out about this and I’m going to be razzed for the rest of my life.
“If only.” She pinches me.
I bring my arm closer to me. “Ouch!”
“Yep, we’re still in reality.” She smiles and nudges me with her toe. “Stop beating yourself up. So what? You married a hot stranger. Could be worse. You’ll get it annulled and no one will ever know. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”
“That’s the worst part. I’m not sure he wants to end the marriage.” I sit up but bury my head in my hands.
“Hate to bring this up now, but where is your hubby?”
I groan at her pet name for a man I only know as someone who beats people up as a career choice. “He went to talk to his manager and get me a coffee.”
“And yet you’re here.”
I give her a look.
She sighs. “You shouldn’t let your parents’ divorce dictate your feelings about this.”
I’m the first to admit I have trust issues because of my father cheating on my mom. But that’s what happens when the first man you love falls so far down from the pedestal you placed him on. You tend to think every man is going to follow.
I peek at her through my fingers. “Right, because marrying a public figure like Logan would be great