Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

My head ached and my mouth felt like dried cotton. My tongue kept sticking to the roof of my mouth. I had to get out of here. I had to get back to my room. Shit, what if Jessica had come looking for me? She’d give me hell for something like this. I’d never live it down with her. What was I thinking? I didn’t sleep with someone I first met. Hell, I hadn’t slept with someone in years! I didn’t know Everett. And he didn’t know me.

“Thank you,” I heard Everett say.

I quickly slipped from bed and went in search of my clothes. But the only clothes I found were my bathing suit, and the bottoms were torn to shreds. I picked up the scraps of fabric and groaned, then tossed it all into the bathroom trash can.

“If you need some clothes, you can have an outfit of mine,” Everett said.

Great. His clothes would swallow me whole, smell like him, and put on blast to anyone who saw me in them that—

“Wait. You have some clothes on the other side of the bed.”

“I do?”

I tried to remember what outfit I had worn other than my bathing suit, but I couldn’t recall anything. Everett stuck his hand into the bathroom, shielding his body from me as an outfit dangled from his hand. I recognized it. I had packed my favorite sundress for the trip. But I didn’t remember wearing it last night.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Whenever you’re hungry, breakfast is ready,” he said.

He sounded so nonchalant. How could he be so calm with something like this?

I reached over and took the clothes from his hands. There was even a bra and a set of panties I didn’t remember wearing. Where the hell had these clothes come from? I mean, I knew where they had come from. Me, obviously. I shook the thought from my head. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had clothes that weren’t his. I slipped into the cotton panties and the bright blue bra, then slipped my sundress over my head. Blue with floral patterns of white and yellow.

I ran my fingers through my hair to try and not look like a feral child before I made my exit.

I saw Everett staring down at the food as he held a silver dome top in his hand. He looked over at me and narrowed his eyes, shock rolling across his features. He kept flickering those beautiful blue eyes my way and it made me worried. I closed the bathroom do

or behind me and made my way over to him, trying not to stare at his shirtless form. He had slipped into a pair of jeans that were practically painted on him, and the shape of his long legs made my heart flutter.

No. Wrong. I had to focus on what was happening. I had to find a way to slip back into my room unnoticed.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked.

“A practical joke, I think,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He took a step back from the rolling silver cart and nodded his head. What was going on? The smells of food trickled around the room and it made my stomach growl. The cart had chocolate-covered strawberries with a bucket of iced champagne. Not exactly the kind of breakfast I would have ordered, but we were clearly drunk last night. There was an assortment of finger foods for breakfast as well. Miniature Danishes and apple slices. A few slices of buttered toast and some hard-boiled eggs. But it was the card leaning against the plate of strawberries that caught my eye.

A card that made me pray this was all a joke.

“Congratulations on your marriage?” I asked.

I looked over at Everett as his eyes glanced around the room. He was trying to recall last night. Trying to figure out what he could remember. I picked up the card and flipped it over, taking in the heavily-woven cardstock. The cursive writing seemed very formal. Very personal for a moment like this. But there was no way. Someone was playing a practical joke on us.

Shit.

“Jessica knows,” I said.

“What?” Everett asked.

I fluttered my eyes up to his and watched a relief cascade over his features.

“That’s the only explanation for all this,” I said.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah.”