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It’s half hidden beneath the edge of the tray.

My gaze catches on it.

Something about it pulls at me.

A strange, magnetic unease.

I don’t even realize I’m standing until I’m already moving.

“Where are you going?” he asks, cautious.

“I just—”

I trail off, stepping closer.

The paper looks official.

Heavy stock. Cream-colored. There’s a seal at the top.

My fingers hover over it.

That strange, nibbling feeling grows stronger.

Behind me, Hercules goes very still.

“Don’t,” he says suddenly.

Too late.

I pick it up.

My eyes skim the top line.

STATE OF NEVADA.

Certificate of Marriage.

The coffee cup slips from my hand.

It hits the floor with a sharp crack, hot liquid splashing across the marble.

5

JAKE

One-Night Stand Etiquette

This morning feels like some kind of bizarre dream.

Granted, it’s not the first time I’ve woken up next to a beautiful woman. I enjoy sex. I appreciate the simplicity of a one-night stand. But I always treat the women with respect, and I always know their names.

This is the first time I don’t know the name of the woman lying naked beside me.

And that leaves me with a confusing mix of shame, frustration, and anger.

I drag a hand over the back of my neck, irritation prickling under my skin.

This isn’t about regret.