I rolled my eyes. "You spoke to me several times during the day yesterday after you dropped me off and even last night after Rhett came home. What more is there to talk about?"
"Oh, I don't know." Elle rocked back on her heels. "How about have you spoken to yourhusbandsince you got back?"
This time I glared at her. "You know damn well I haven't."
Elle threw her hands in the air. "And why the hell not? I gave you his number yesterday. Why haven't you called him yet?"
I tossed my pen on the desk and stood up. I needed to pace. To rid myself of the nervous energy that was coursing through my veins. "And say what exactly? Hey, Parker, it's me. You know your wife. The one you drunkenly married in Vegas and probably had sex with. Yeah, that's a great conversation starter."
"It's better than ignoring him. The two of you are going to have to see each other eventually. Like this Sunday for Savannah's christening."
I winced at the reminder. How the hell had I almost forgotten about my own goddaughter's christening? Oh that was right. I was dealing with an existential crisis at the moment.
"I know that." I huffed.
"Are you sure? Because it's going to be even more awkward if the first time the two of you speak is in front of a bunch of people."
"Maybe he'll just ignore me. Did you ever think of that?" I continued to move back and forth in front of my desk.
"I understand you might not know your new husband very well, but I can say for certainty that's not going to happen."
Damn my best friend for knowing Parker so well. Truth be told, I didn't actually believe he would let it go. I was just hoping that was the case.
"A girl can dream," I mumbled under my breath.
"Molly, talk to me." Elle stopped me midpace and ran her hand down my arm. "This isn't like you."
"What if he doesn't want me now that we're sober?" I hated how unsure I sounded. This wasn't me. I was normally loud and boisterous. I lived life to the fullest. As one could see by the fact that I got married to a man I barely knew.
"Oh please," Elle scoffed. "Any man would be crazy not to want you. You're beautiful inside and out. Not to mention fun to be around."
I gave my friend a sad smile. "I've always done crazy things, but this one tops the cake."
Elle matched my sad smile with one of her own. "I mean, yes it does, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing, does it?"
I lifted my shoulder ever so slightly before dropping it back down. "I don't have the answer to that."
"You're really worried about this, aren't you?"
"I know it seems crazy since I'm usually the one who takes life by the horns and makes it my bitch, but for the first time, I don't know what to think about the mess I’ve gotten myself into."
"I might not know Parker all that well because, let's be honest, these guys love to be a mystery, but I can't see him being an ass about this. It's not like you tricked him into marrying you. The two of you are to blame."
I snickered at that. "I would actually have to remember the moment to know how it happened."
No matter how hard I tried yesterday to recall the memories of our drunken night, they were just outside my grasp. Just when I thought I would get a glimpse of them, they would slither back into the deep recesses of my mind.
"Well, I can tell you for certainty Parker doesn't remember either. Rhett spoke to him on the plane and last night. He's just as lost as you are."
I didn't know if that made me feel better or not. I was kinda hoping one of us would have some answers, and since it wasn't me, I wanted desperately for it to be Parker.
"Has he said anything else?"
I knew I sounded desperate, but Elle and I had known each other long enough that she wouldn't judge me for how I was acting.
Elle gave me a small shake of her head. "He just wants to talk to you. I made Rhett promise that he wouldn't give Parker your number. You're the one who ran away. I think it's only fair you have your space until you’re ready to talk."
"Have I told you, recently, how great a friend you are?"
