"Where are you?" I demanded as soon as the line connected. Not even waiting for Elle to say hello.
"I'm pulling up now. I can see you standing outside."
I looked to my left, and sure enough, there was Elle's car. I didn't give her time to fully stop before I was yanking the back door open and tossing my carry-on into the back seat. It was then that I noticed the base for Savannah's car seat.
"Shit, I completely forgot about Savannah when I demanded you come pick me up. Where is she?"
Elle chuckled. "Rhett's parents are in town visiting. They were more than happy to watch her while I came to get you."
I slammed the door shut before opening the passenger door and throwing myself into the seat next to my best friend.
"Uh, what's that?" Elle picked up my hand and examined the wedding ring I had yet to take off.
"That's why I begged you to come get me. Let's go. I'll explain everything on the way home." Elle's mouth dropped open as she continued to stare at the ring in shock.
Me too, friend. Me too.
The sound of a horn honking behind us was the only thing that pulled Elle out of her stupor.
"You better start talking and fast." Elle threw the car in drive and pulled away. "Starting with who the fuck did you marry."
I slammed my head back against the headrest.
"You're not going to believe me when I tell you."
"Try me."
I rolled my head to the side and stared at my best friend in the whole world. She was my ride or die. I would do anything for her and vice versa. Not a single thing happened in our lives that the other wasn't a part of. Except my marriage apparently.
"Did Rhett tell you where he was for his assignment?"
Elle briefly took her eyes off the road to look at me like I was losing my marbles.
"Of course he did. He always does even though he's not supposed to. What does this have to do with my husband?"
Then it must click. "Shit. Did you marry one of Rhett's teammates?"
"Winner, winner, chicken dinner," I sarcastically replied.
"Fuck. Which one?"
"Parker." The name was nothing more than a whisper on my lips.
"Mr. Sexy Hair?"
I whipped my gaze in her direction and stared at the side of my friend’s face. "Does your husband know you call the man sexy?" A pang of jealousy stabbed me in the chest, and I wondered for a moment where the hell that came from. I wasn't the kind of woman who got jealous. I had never cared enough about a man to have those kinds of feelings.
Elle chuckled. "I didn't call Parker sexy. Just his hair, and for your information, yes, Rhett knows I call him that. Even he can admit his friend has great hair."
Elle wasn't wrong. Parker's dark brown locks were long enough on the top to run my hands through, and I had a feeling it would be soft under my touch. But it wasn't just his hair that drew me in. He had the kindest blue eyes I’ve ever seen on a man. And that short-cropped beard of his made me wonder how it would feel between my legs. Would it be just as soft as his hair?
I mean, I probably did know what it felt like if the ache between my legs was any indication, but damn I couldn't remember, and that was pissing me off. I never got blackout drunk and had sex. Let alone married someone. And why the hell did the thought of not remembering the sex piss me off? Oh that's right. Because the man washoly shitsexy.
Wait? Full stop. Could I really be thinking about my husband that way?
Shit, Parker was my husband. I was way in over my head.
"So how exactly did the two of you become a married couple? I didn't even know you knew each other."
