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His eyes meet mine. “Um, I’m wearing one, too.” He shifts and draws in a deep breath.
“Yeah. Uh…this is kind of embarrassing to admit, but I can’t remember a thing from last night,” I say. “Can you fill me in on what happened? Did we get married?” I vaguely remember coming here to ask him to marry me, and I definitely remember him telling me he couldn’t marry me.
But now…it sort of seems like we’re married.
“I’ll be honest, Newman. I have absolutely no idea.”
“Right.” I twist my lips. So I might’ve married the guy my sister was supposed to marry…and I don’t remember it?
“Can you, uh…can you turn around for a second?” he asks.
“Sure.” I turn toward the bathroom and put my hands over my eyes.
“Okay. I have shorts on,” he says a second later.
I turn back around, and my jaw drops. It’s those damn abs. I remember those abs from yesterday when I first arrived here in Vegas.
I clear my throat one more time. “Maybe a shirt, too?”
He glances at his abs and back up at me. “A shirt?”
“Yeah. Those are making me…” I try to find the word as I gesture to his stomach. “Uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable? We’re both wearing wedding rings, and there’s a wedding dress on the floor, and the abs are making you uncomfortable?” he asks.
“Don’t forget the tuxedo on the bathroom floor.”
He must not know about that one yet. He walks over toward the dresser and murmurs, “Oh, fuck.”
“What is it?” I ask, walking over toward him.
He hands me a piece of paper, and even in the darkness of the room with the curtains still drawn, it’s light enough to see what it says.
State of Nevada Marriage Certificate.
Spencer Thomas Nash. Grace Marie Newman.
“Is this real?” I ask.
“I have no idea. It looks like it.”
Oh my God. We actually did it? We’re married? “How did this happen? And why can’t either of us remember?” I’m starting to panic that I missed out on my own wedding.
“I don’t know.”
I need to sit. I walk over to the bed and collapse for a beat, sucking in a few deep breaths. “Okay. Let’s go get some coffee, and then we can try to figure it out.”
“Okay, wife,” he says.
I glance up at him…nearly with a glare.
He looks at me innocently. “Too soon?” he asks.
Considering we don’t even know for sure if this is real, and even if it is real, it’s nothing more than a business deal between friends…yes. “Way too soon. Let’s just go get that coffee.”
I realize too late that I don’t have any clothes up here except what I arrived in yesterday and apparently a wedding dress, so I put my clothes from yesterday back on. I spot my purse and grab a hair tie, and it’s just as I’m twisting back my hair that I hear Spencer’s curse.
“Oh, shit.”
