And I sure as hell am not falling asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
MATT
I’ve been marriedfor a total of eight hours, and I’ve already lost my wife.
Yeah—lost.
After the nuptials, we parted ways at the door. Sunglasses on. No lingering. I went one direction. Jordan and Sabrina went the other.
I haven’t seen her since.
Paparazzi are known to hang out around City Hall. Not that I’m some huge target like a celebrity, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances.
It’s not a secret or anything. Wewantpeople to know we got married.Needthem to, even, for Cole’s case. But Jordan hasn’t had the chance to talk to her family yet, and I promised I’d go with her when she does. She hates the spotlight too. It’s a sensitive space for her, for reasons I understand better than most.
I’m sprawled out on the couch with my laptop, one leg on the floor, the other on the ottoman,Top Gun: Maverickplaying on the TV. I’m half-watching, half-working, waiting for Jordan to come home.
I texted her after work, asking what her dinner plans were.
Fucking crickets.
I hate when she does that.
Lucky for me and my admittedly questionable stalking skills, Ipulled up her location. I’m surprised she didn’t stop sharing it after last night.
She’s at her Pilates studio. Has been for a few hours now.
Which is weird because her class is only an hour.
I scowl. I don’t get it. We were supposed to be moving some of her stuff in today. She’s supposed to be staying here now. And instead, I’m sitting on my couch alone, trying not to think about what it means that my wife hasn’t come home.
I thought we cleared the air last night. She seemed fine when I left.
Christ. Last night.
The way she just undressed in front of me like it was no big deal. Like it wouldn’t faze me. Like I wasn’t a man with a pulse. I’ve never been so tempted by the devil and not given in.
My phone buzzes again.Jensen.
We’ve been texting for the last hour, mostly about fantasy football, but I opened up a little. I told him we officially tied the knot today. That’s about it.
He responded with aCongratulations!And then:Should I start planning your honeymoon or your funeral?
Dick.
Jensen
You guys have Cole through Sunday night, right? Want to come over for brunch on Sunday? Alley insists.
Yeah. Honestly, anything to make things feel normal for Cole is great. Just let me know what time.
Jensen
K. I’ll talk to Al.
So you and Jordan… you really not gonna give me anything else? I know you don’t tell me shit. But I’ve always been able to read between the lines. You know that.
