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.
