"I think know each other is a very loose term. Obviously, from hanging out with you and Rhett, I know of Parker, but know him? Nope, definitely not."
"You're telling me you married a complete stranger? That's crazy. Even for you."
I wanted to take offense to that, but Elle was right. I was known to do some crazy shit. I was the wild one of the two of us. If we were getting into trouble, it was because I found it and dragged Elle with me.
"Well, he wasn't a stranger after we talked at the bar for awhile."
"Ah!" Elle snickered. "So this was one of your drunken escapades."
That was one way to put it. "I don't even remember the wedding. One minute we were downing shots, and the next, I was waking up naked in bed with him. A wedding ring on my finger."
"Does Parker remember anything?" Elle glanced my way from the driver seat. "Wait, did you say naked? Does that mean you had sex with him as well?"
I winced. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I did, and I don't know. I snuck out before he woke up and haven't talked to him since. I rushed to catch my flight and called you."
"Oh this is getting more and more interesting by the second."
Crossing my arms, I flopped farther back into the seat. "I'm glad my misery can amuse you."
"Misery? Oh come on. It was a drunken wedding in Vegas. I'm sure the damn thing can be annulled, and it would be like it never happened."
Why did the thought of that make my heart hurt? I barely knew a damn thing about Parker. Sure, we shared a lot last night but not nearly enough to start a marriage with.
"You do want to get it annulled, don't you?"
Leave it to my friend to call me out on my inner turmoil. "Of course I do."
"Are you sure because your face is saying something completely different?"
I did my best to mask my facial expression, but it was no use. Elle and I knew each other too well. My best friend could sniff out my bullshit from a mile away. I sighed. "I don't know what I want."
"Holy shit!" Elle gasped. "You actually like him." It wasn't a question.
"I mean, I don't hate him."
"Okay, but do you like him enough to stay married to him? Or maybe it's just your subconscious talking because it knows how good the sex was."
Gah!! My heart, brain, and vagina were at war. Of course I knew staying married to a man I barely knew was ridiculous, but at the same time, my heart liked the man and wanted to see where things could go. I was completely ignoring my vagina at the moment. That bitch wasn't getting a say in shit, since she betrayed me while I was drunk.
"I don't have the answer to that."
We were stopped at a red light, so Elle was able to turn toward me and give me her full attention. "Well, I think you need to figure it out before Parker gets back, because I'm sure he's going to have just as many questions as I do."
Shit. I hadn't even thought about that. I was kinda living in the moment and not thinking about what future me had to deal with.
"When are they supposed to be back?"
I didn't remember Parker telling me anything about his work last night when we spoke at the bar, but that didn't mean he didn't. Obviously there was a huge gap of time that was missing from my memory.
"Today," Elle told me matter-of-factly before the light turned green, and we were once again headed toward her house.
"Seriously? They couldn't stretch the assignment out for, I don't know, another week?"
The look Elle gave me would've set fire to anyone who wasn't me. "Excuse me, but I happen to want my husband back sooner rather than later. I wasn't built for a single-mother lifestyle."
I scoffed at the notion. "Bullshit. You could do anything you want as long as you put your mind to it."
"While I appreciate the bout of confidence, I want my husband back, and I want him back now."
