My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,6
for me with all my issues. I mean, the women hanging off of him all the time, temptation at every turn. I might as well just reserve my spot in therapy now.”
“Maybe you should give this a shot. He seems like a sweet guy. You’re being way too hard on him. I went out to the balcony a few times and you guys never even noticed me, you were so enraptured with one another.”
I lock eyes with her for a moment. She’s right. Remembering the earlier part of the night, I recall that he really is a great conversationalist. And then another memory hits.
“Ugh!” I bury my head in my hands, wishing I could pull out my hair.
“What?” Molly asks, but there’s a hint of humor in her tone.
“I told him I want to start a podcast,” I whine. “I think I asked him to be on it.”
She laughs and runs her hand down my shoulder and upper arm. “Relax. The man married you. Being on your podcast is just part of his husbandly duties.”
I can’t believe I told a complete stranger about my dream of interviewing celebrities so they can tell their truth and reveal different sides of themselves. I haven’t even told most of my family. My face feels as if I fell asleep in the desert for three days. “Molly, I need to go home.”
“Running away won’t make this go away. I think you should deal with this now.”
I get up off the bed. “No way. He can send divorce papers up to Alaska. I’ll sign them and that will be that.”
She sits on the bed, not moving, looking at me as though I’m crazy.
“Come on. Let’s get to the airport.”
“But our flight isn’t until late tonight. I want to gamble a bit before we leave.”
I shake my head. “We need to get to the airport and get on an earlier flight.”
“So you marry a stranger and it cuts our girls’ trip short?” She stands and heads over to her suitcase.
“Well, you should’ve been there to stop me. Where were you last night anyway?”
She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. “One minute you were on the balcony and the next you were gone. I called you and you answered sounding happy. Said you were out having fun with Logan and you’d see me in the morning.”
She folds her clothes while I opt to go with the panicked toss-them-in-the-suitcase route. Who cares about wrinkles at a time like this? All I can think of is what my mom will say when she finds out. No matter what, I have to keep this news as quiet as possible.
Molly’s phone pings and she takes a break from packing to sit on the bed and scroll through her phone. “You could’ve married worse, that’s for sure.”
“There will be plenty of time to look at your phone after we’re at the airport.” I zip my suitcase and head to the bathroom.
“Are you sure you don’t want to shower? I mean, you smell a little like a brothel.”
I stop short and stare at her. She laughs and holds up her hands.
“I don’t even want to know how you know what a brothel smells like.” I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face at least.
Standing in front of the mirror, I look at my reflection. Black mascara is smudged around my eyes and my hair is stringy and dirty. Molly’s right that I should clean up, but I’m fairly sure if I stick around Vegas, Logan will find me.
Once I’m safe and sound in Alaska, I can reach out to him or his people and get the divorce or annulment going. By then he’ll have come to his senses and seen that he was drunk and really doesn’t want anything to do with some small-town girl who despises what he does for a living.
Partially groomed, I walk out of the bathroom with my toiletries in hand. “Better?”
She doesn’t laugh and doesn’t crack a smile. Her gaze rises from the phone, and she hands it over. “Maybe we should stop and get a hat for you on the way to the airport?”
The first thing I notice on her phone is the picture of Logan and me walking out of the chapel. Then another picture of the ring, and another of us at the chapel with Elvis between us. “I look horrendous.”
“You look pretty. I mean, pretty drunk, but gorgeous.” Molly smiles. “But if it’s on the gossip mill sites, you can