The watch?
Expensive.
And he had two shirt buttons undone and a small bit of chest hair on display.
“Miss… or is it Mrs. now?”
I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me as I took his offered hand.
“I know that sound well,” he said, unfazed.
“I guess it’s Mrs. Valentine. I honestly have no idea what the paperwork said,” I admitted, ripping off my sunglasses and dropping into one of the barrel chairs.
“Rough night, huh?” he asked, taking in my face that likely looked even worse than before thanks to the stupid tears.
“One would assume, yes.”
“So,” Carl said, grabbing a notepad. “You were drunk.”
“The epic hangover I had suggests so, yes.”
“Do you remember drinking? Drugging?”
“I remember tequila. The first one. After that is mostly a blur. I get flashes.”
“Have you had a drug test?”
“A drug test?”
“Not remembering the night before…” he trailed off, flicking his wrist like the idea of being drugged was no big deal, just commonplace stuff.
“I don’t think I was drugged.”
“You sure?”
“I was drugged at a club once when I was younger. This doesn’t feel like that. And, for all of the faults I’m sure he has, I don’t think Harrison drugged me.”
“Men can be masters of disguise when it comes to their ugly nature.”
“Maybe. But he didn’t need to drug me to nail me,” I said. If he wanted to be blunt, I could do blunt. “We had sex earlier that night when we were both sober. There was no need to try to force me into it. And I’m relatively sure we didn’t hook up again after I was drunk.”
“Okay. But he did need to get you drunk to marry you.”
“Listen, I have no idea how we ended up at the chapel. I’ve never been a ‘I want to get married’ person. I guess we were just having a good time and our inhibitions were low. Well, mine were. I’m not sure Harrison was drunk.”
“Harrison…” Carl repeated, then his gaze snapped to mine. “Harrison Valentine?”
“Yep.” I popped thep,then took a sip of my coffee.
“Are you sure you want to annul this marriage?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m assuming you didn’t consult a lawyer before the nuptials?”
“Not that I know of, no.”
“Then the chances of you signing a pre-nuptial are slim to none. You are a very wealthy woman today.”
