“Sleeping with him doesn’t mean you can’t get the marriage annulled. That’s old-fashioned thinking. Canada is very clear on the rules regarding annulments. You can get one if one or both parties were unaware they were getting married. I’d say that one fits the bill. An annulment will take longer than a divorce though…if that’s still what you want?”
She texted back.
How long?
Months.
Months!
She fisted her phone, deep in thought. Meanwhile, the first lyrics of an Angel Fire track blasted over the radio. She caught Ash staring.
“Shouldn’t your eyes be on the road?”
“Who are you talking to?” A thread of jealousy weaved through his voice. He focused forward, but his eyes shifted to her phone, as if trying to scan the text.
She tilted the screen away from him. “Bean.”
He pursed his lips. “What does your brother have to say? Did you tell him?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“He thinks it’s hilarious.” That was partly true. Forest was eating the whole mess up.
“Really?” His mouth twisted into a wry grin. “I doubt that.”
“Well, he has an odd sense of humor.” No way was she going to tell him what Forest had really had to say. “Do you mind if I take a nap?”
She wasn’t tired, but talking about their messed up situation made her head hurt. Avoidance never solved problems. Fortunately, she didn’t care about resolving anything right now. What she couldn’t figure out was why Ash wasn’t upset by the whole mess.
Her phone beeped. Forest again.
U want me to come?
I thought you were in the middle of the ocean? How are you going to get here?
I’ll have a helicopter pick me up. For you, I can be there, my summer Skye.
She shook her head, knowing he would move the world to be at her side.
No, Bean, I’m good. How far are you from landfall?
A few hundred miles out.
I didn’t think helicopters had the range to fly that far off-shore.
There’s one that does. It can scoop me up in a bucket and deliver me to you or to a jet that will take me to you.
Stay on your boat, Beanpole. I don’t need rescuing. This is messed up, but Ash is good. I like him.
Like, like? Or like, love?
She hesitated and then typed her most honest response.
IDK.
She stared at Ash’s profile. His fingers tapped out the beat to the song playing over the radio. His jaw worked in concert with the worry edging the corners of his eyes.
