Page 12 of Snared
“Hold it. What the hell is on your finger?” he asked.
“Mine? I don’t have—” I glanced down at the gold band currently on my goddamn ring finger and my mouth snapped shut.
Holy shit.
“No, no, no,” I babbled, the sheet falling to my waist as one hand went to my mouth. I lifted my other hand to stare incredulously at my new jewelry.
Josh’s eyes dropped down, a strained noise coming from his lips, and I gasped and pulled up the fabric. At least I still had my bra on.
Please, god, let me not have slept with this man I couldn’t stand.
I took a quick peek under the sheet.
And my panties.
That meant no sex.
But where the hell were my clothes?
“Uh, Charlie?” Josh asked, irritation in his tone.
I met his annoyed gaze. “What?”
“What the fuck happened last night?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. We’re in bed together and maybe married. Fucking hell, Josh, why are we married?”
“I have no idea.”
“At least we didn’t have sex.” I paused. “We didn’t, right?”
Josh cleared his throat. “No, Charlie. If we had, you’d definitely remember.”
“Gross.”
“You married me,” he said, smirking.
“Can you not right now?” I stopped to think. “Maybe this is a setup. It has Jax written all over it.”
He scratched his head. “True.”
“Though I would hope that even he wouldn’t sink to this level. He actually likes me,” I said. “Do you remember anything?”
He raked his hands through his hair again. It looked so soft.
Stop that.
Ugh, my head hurt.
He sighed. “I remember dinner and drinks on the Strip with everyone.”
“Yes. And Tris and Bash bailed to call their girlfriends. So it was you, me, and Jax?”
“Yes. Oh, wait. We ran into your ex. Trace? Tony?”
I groaned. “Troy. Dammit.” A memory of running into the ex was fuzzy, but it was there. “Hold it. Youhithim.”
“That explains the pain,” Josh said, shaking out his hand.