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“No.” I shake my head. “Wait, we hung out with strippers?”
“I think so, we did a lot that weekend. But wait, seriously, you got married? To who?” Grayson asks.
“Her name is Peyton. Long story short, I didn’t remember anything when I woke up. She wasn’t there, but I had flashbacks about a chick and a wild night. I hired a PI and he returned with the info that I got hitched.”
“So, get an annulment.”
“Well, I had every intention of doing so. But then I went to Los Angeles and met her. Or actually re-met her.”
“And now, they’re in love. It’s gross. I met her last week and they were making googly lovey dove eyes at each other.” Jason interrupts.
“What? Is that why we didn’t see you last week?” Marcus asks.
“So, you’re not going to get it reversed? You’re going to stay married to this woman?” Grayson asks.
“I like her. A lot.” I shrug.
“She lives in Los Angeles, man. Remember what happened the last time you were in a long-distance relationship?”
“Yeah, but I think I’ve grown up a bit. Listen, we’re getting to know one another, and I’m pretty happy with how things are going. So, yeah, we’re staying married and hoping that it works out.” I shrug. “We’re being casual about the relationship and feeling things out to see if it could be a legit thing.”
“Who are you and what did you do with our friend?” Grayson shakes his head.
“I guess my bachelor party in Vegas was more for you than for me. Congrats man.” Marcus holds up his beer. “Let’s be happy for Max, he might finally learn that life has more in it than business.” Everyone clinks their glasses together and we divert subjects again.
I pull out my phone and smile at the random text on my screen from Peyton.
Peyton: True or False: Max’s favorite fruit is strawberries.
Me: False. It’s a toss-up of tomatoes and avocados. I could eat avocados for days and I will eat a tomato like one does an apple.
Me: This or That: Warm sunny beach or fireside in a snow cabin?
Peyton: Warm sunny beach. I prefer sand between my toes and it’s not recommended to be barefoot in snow.
Me: Yeah, that’s probably not a very good idea.
“What are you smiling about over there, lover boy?” Jason teases.
“Nothing,” I say pocketing my phone.
“He’s texting with his wife. Making sure that you don’t have to be home by a certain time?” Marcus laughs.
* * *
I like coming home and immediately talking to Peyton. On my way home, I phone her while I drive, and while I couldn’t see her, I have her voice throughout the car.
Talking to her is easy, but I want to touch her too.
One more day.
We just have to wait one more day before we can see one another again.
I wake up the next morning to the lobby phone ringing. I shuffle across my space and answer it with a yawn.
“Sir, there is a delivery here for you. I wanted to assure that you were home, prior to sending it up.”
“A delivery? This early?” I look at the clock on the wall. It’s six in the morning and I will kill the person who is waking me up thirty minutes before I’m supposed to be up.
