Page 37 of Bound To Be Mine

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember getting married?”

“No. I remember the reception. I remember having drinks with Briggs. After that, it’s just… blank.”

Cleo was quiet for a moment. “Mandy, you married my cousin.”

“I know.”

“I thought you didn’t even like him,” she said.

“I don’t.” I paused. “Drunk me apparently disagrees.”

“The photos are everywhere. TMZ, People Magazine, and Page Six. Everyone’s talking about it on social media.”

I closed my eyes. “I know.”

“What did Briggs say?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I woke up alone in my room. I haven’t talked to him.”

Cleo sighed. “What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea.” I looked down at the ring on my finger.

“Jesus,” Cleo breathed. “Okay. Okay, let’s think about this rationally. You can get it annulled, right? Vegas marriages are easy to undo.”

“Yeah. Probably.” I paused.

“Talk to Briggs. He’s a lawyer. He should know how to handle all that.”

“I’m terrified to face him,” I admitted softly.

“Well, you’re going to have to eventually,” Cleo said gently. “You’re married to him.”

“Don’t remind me.”

We talked for a few more minutes, with Cleo trying to be supportive while also clearly freaking out on my behalf. When we finally hung up, I felt marginally better. At least I wasn’t alone in this disaster.

Room service knocked on the door and I took the tray from the guy, carrying it inside. I attacked the coffee first. The caffeine hit hard. It wasn’t enough, but I was just getting started.

I munched on bacon and considered my options. There weren’t many.

There was another knock on my door. Had they forgotten one of my orders?

I opened the door to find Briggs standing there. He looked about as bad as I felt. His hair was disheveled. He was wearing khakis and a polo shirt, which was so unlike his usual three-piece suit that it threw me off balance. He had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.

“It’s you,” I said stupidly.

“Hi.” He looked past me into the room. “Can I come in?”

I stepped aside, and he walked in. I closed the door behind him, suddenly very aware that my husband was in my hotel room. This could not be happening.

“So,” I said.

“So,” he echoed.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. This was the man I apparently married last night, and I had no idea what to say to him.