Chase frowned.Her words cut more than he cared to admit.“Hey, groom, here.”
Gina nodded.“That’s right.The jury’s still out on your groom.Although he might be the one, if you give him a chance.”
“Seriously?”Alana stared at her friend as if she’d lost her mind.“I don’t know him from a serial killer.How could he be the one?And it’s not like we’ll be here more than a week.You can’t get to know anyone that well in a week.”
Gina held up her cellphone.“All I’m saying is that he didn’t ditch you when that text came in.”
Chase nodded.“What Gina said.I don’t run out on my responsibilities.”Not that he needed someone to vouch for him.His reputation stood on its own.Well, for those who knew him.
“So, now I’m a responsibility?”Alana sighed.“Fine.I’ll help you retrace our steps.The sooner we get to the bottom of this mess, the sooner we can undo the damage and annul this marriage.”
“Good, because I don’t like being married any more than you do.I’m a confirmed bachelor—and damned proud of it.No offense.”
“Correction.”Gina pointed to his left hand and the ring on his finger.“Youwerea confirmed bachelor.You’ve destroyed your record with that marriage certificate.”
Chase frowned.“As I said, we’ll work on annulling the marriage as soon as we’re past the danger.”
“As long as you didn’t consummate the union.”Gina’s eyes narrowed.“You haven’t had sex, have you?”Her gaze shot to Alana.
Alana’s cheeks glowed a bright red.
Gina’s grin returned, spreading from cheek to cheek.“You did the nasty?”She raised her hand for a high-five.“Good for you!That will show Vanishing Vance he’s not all that important.He can keep his ho-bag wedding planner, and you can raise him a much better-looking Navy SEAL.”
Alana ignored Gina’s high-five and shook her head.“My life isn’t a competition with my ex-fiancé.”
Gina dropped her hand.“Yeah, but if it were, you’d be winning.”She waved a hand toward Chase.“I mean, seriously.He’s hot.Look at all those muscles.”
Chase tipped his head toward Gina.“Thanks.”
Gina’s smile tipped slyly.“So, how was the sex?I bet he’s even better in bed than Vanishing Vance.”
“Gina!”Alana grabbed a pillow from her bed and slung it at her friend.
Gina caught the pillow in one hand, held her sheet up with the other and laughed.
“Did she mention neither one of us can remember anything that happened last night?”Chase reminded her.
Gina’s eyebrows rose.“Dang.You had it going for you until that.If she can’t remember the sex, it must not have been that good.”
Chase crossed his arms over his chest, ready to defend his ego.“Oh, it was good.”
Gina cocked an eyebrow.“How do you know, if you don’t remember?”
“I know how to please a woman.If we had sex—and based on the expended condoms in the wastebasket, we did—then it definitely was good.I know how to please a woman.”
“Cocky much?”Alana interjected.
“Nope.”He puffed out his chest.“Confident.I’ve never had any complaints.”
“But I can’t remember last night.That must mean something,” Alana pointed out.
“It means we drank some killer tequila,” Chase said.“If you want a repeat performance while we’re both sober, I’ll happily demonstrate.”He stepped toward her.
Alana’s face reddened, and she raised her hand.“That won’t be necessary.I’ll take your word for it.”
Chase chuckled.“Let me know when you’d like physical proof.I’d be glad to oblige.”
“Not happening,” Alana insisted.
