I pluck a strawberry from the tray and shove it into my mouth. Travis watches me with amusement in his gaze.
“Why do I get the feeling lawyers make you nervous?” he asks me.
“Isn’t that true for everyone?”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
“But not you.”
“I grew up talking to the family lawyer weekly.”
“Is Bill your dad or something?”
He chuckles. “No, not Bill. My uncle is a lawyer and my grandfather was too.”
“Oh, I see.” I turned my phone to silent, but I can hear the buzzing again. I pull it out while we wait. Everly again.
“Take it,” Travis says. “Bill won’t mind.”
“No.” I shake my head. Then Everly sends a text in shouty caps,CALL ME!
“I’ll be quick,” I assure him asI stand and move to the corner of the massive room to call her.
She answers immediately.
“Hannah. Thank god, I caught you. Where are you?” Everly’s words tumble together like she’s stressed but, then again, she always talks fast.
“Umm.” I keep my voice low. “I’m at an appointment with a lawyer.”
I glance up as Bill returns. He hands Travis a pen as he says something and then the two guys are smiling and talking, giving me a small semblance of privacy. I don’t keep much from Everly.Personal and business blur together too often, but I had not planned on telling her this until I had taken care of it.
I take a breath. “Okay, don’t freak out but I kind of sort of?—
“Got married?”
My jaw falls open. “How did you know?”
“Marriage certificates are public record. I got a Google alert about five minutes ago on your name.”
I swallow and focus on moving air in and out of my lungs, like I’m learning to breathe for the first time.
“So far it’s only a couple of small gossip and sports sites that have picked it up, but it won’t be long before others decide to run it.”
“Why?” I only get the one word out, but Everly understands.
“Travis is one of the league’s top hockey players, in addition to being well-known outside of the sport for being, well, hot. But I guess I don’t need to tell you that.”
I groan.
Everly continues. “And you’re a?—”
“Nobody,” I mutter.
Her voice goes stern. “You’re an up-and-coming gymnast that people are rooting for. You might not have his stats or popularity but people like you. Your story is inspiring.”
Debatable, considering I haven’t done anything yet.
“It was a drunken Vegas thing,” I admit. “We’re signing the annulment paperwork now.”
