Sawyer.
“What?” I answer, already on edge.
“Just checking in,” he says.
“Why?” I ask, genuinely thrown.
Sawyer doesn’t check in.
Not like that.
There’s a pause.
“Because your lawyer’s been trying to reach you,” he says. “You haven’t been answering.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. “Yeah. He called earlier. I was, uh, in the shower. Meant to call him back.”
“Yeah, well,” Sawyer says, voice shifting, “I got some news.”
Something in his tone makes my gut tighten.
“What kind of news?”
“Good and bad,” he says. “Depends how you look at it.”
I glance back toward the dance floor.
Esme’s laughing at something Chase said.
It hits me right in the chest.
“Just say it,” I snap.
“Alright,” Sawyer says. “First thing—divorce never went through.”
My heart slams hard against my ribs.
Like it’s trying to break free.
“What?” I breathe.
“You heard me,” he says. “Paperwork wasn’t finalized. Filed wrong or something. Legally? You’d still be married.”
For a second—I can’t even process it.
Still married.
My wife.
My fucking wife.
A grin starts to pull at my mouth before I can stop it.
Jesus.
But then—the second part of what he said hits.
“What do you mean you’d still be married?”
