Playing at Forever - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,64

She had never really seen the point.

Now, she sat still, trying to remember how they had gotten here.

She remembered going out to eat, and then to the nightclub. She remembered kissing him, remembered leaving in a limo.

Her cheeks reddened as she remembered bits and pieces of the limo ride. They had kissed some more, and then laughed, and then kissed even more.

For some reason, she got the impression that they had stopped somewhere else afterward.

She glanced toward the side of the bed and saw two very tall plastic cups that had once been filled with some sort of daiquiri.

Things grew even foggier from there. Another ride in the limo. She vaguely recalled hanging out of the moon roof with Tommy, the two of them yelling something into the night.

And that was it.

The rest was blank.

Penny sat up slowly, trying to ignore the pounding in her head.

She needed to get up.

She needed Tommy to wake up.

It wasn’t until she reached up to rub one of her temples that she noticed it. Something on her finger—something oddly familiar.

She closed her eyes as she lowered her hand, pleading with the fates for some sort of mistake.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled, jumping up from the bed. Tommy stirred slightly and Penny reached out, shaking him almost violently. “What the hell did we do, Tommy?”

He reached out, waving her away.

“What the hell did we do?” She repeated, shaking him again.

Because there, on his ring finger, was a plain silver-colored band.

A band identical to the one on her own finger.

Chapter Eleven

Tommy woke up to the sound of Penny yelling at him. His head ached, but it wasn’t the worst hangover he’d ever experienced.

Except for the yelling.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, opening his eyes and looking around.

He noticed two things right off the bat. First, he was shirtless. Second, he was not in his bedroom.

He immediately tried to recover any memory he might have of the night before.

“Look at your hand, Tommy.” Had he gotten a crazy tattoo or something? That was easy enough to take care of. “No, your left hand.”

Oh. That.

He stared at the ring for a very long moment, his mind, for once, utterly and completely blank. “What happened?” She asked him—even though he thought that much was obvious.

“If we went through with it, there has to be a certificate somewhere.” Penny held a frame in the air.

Well, that…wasn’t what he’d had planned for last night.

He struggled with his memory, trying to bring any of it back. They’d left Chaste with the idea of going back to the hotel—but they’d made several stops along the way. He remembered Penny requesting a yard-long daiquiri, and so they’d stopped for that.

He remembered passing by a wedding chapel.

He remembered Penny suddenly growing sad. Something about not being married anymore.

Vaguely, he recalled giving the driver the order to take them to wherever it was they needed to go in order to get a marriage license.

“I want to make you happy, Pen.”

“We didn’t…?” Tommy asked suddenly, trying to bring back any fragment he might have retained of their apparent wedding night.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, good.” He realized how his tone might have sounded to Penny and he looked up quickly. “No—I just mean—that’s something I’d hope at least one of us would find memorable.”

He felt like a jerk.

“I need coffee.” Penny announced, leaving the room abruptly. A few minutes later, the scent of very strong coffee was filling the room.

What now? He asked himself.

It was the very same question Penny asked when he finally met her in the living area.

“I don’t know.” He answered, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “I mean, maybe we can make it disappear before anyone finds out.” There was a very slim chance of that happening, though.

And as if to prove his point, Tommy heard his phone ringing. He dug it out of his pocket, trying to decide whether or not he should take Graham’s call.

“You and I both know that isn’t going to happen. There’re probably already copies of the license floating around the internet.”

“Then I don’t know, Penny.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his head pounding even harder now than it had been upon first waking up. His phone rang again and he knew without even looking that it was Graham. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fix it!” She cried, her eyes pleading with him. “I want you to take it all back.”

“Right, because I’m an expert at time-travel, aren’t I?” He shook