“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’ve had time to think about this, and it doesn’t matter what happened that night. We were all drunk and got caught up in the moment. It was obviously a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I asked.
“Yes. A mistake,” she repeated.
She sighed, and I watched Luke reach out for her hand. He was able to connect with her. His green eyes sucked her in as their fingers laced. Fuck.
“Look, I’m a lot of things, but one thing I’m not is marriage material. I have a very busy life, and that life doesn't include the time or the desire to be married to anyone. Not now anyway.”
“Are you sure you married one of us?” Levi asked.
“I’ve got the mangled marriage certificate that I signed ‘Samantha Anderson’, and a cheap ring to prove it,” Samantha said.
“And I’m assuming that you want to dissolve the marriage?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” she said. “Look, even if I wanted to marry someone, this was not how it was supposed to go down. Not in some little chapel in Vegas that I don’t even remember.” I watched as Samantha pushed her chair out and got up.
“Where are you going?” Levi asked.
Samantha held her hands up, and I could see the first string of emotion run across her features since we had sat down. She was embarrassed. Frustrated. Scared. Worried. Confused.
Ashamed?
The idea made my stomach turn.
“Divorce,” she said breathlessly. “Never a word I thought I would utter at twenty-four years old, but there it is. That’s what I’m asking for.”
Then she turned on her heels and left.
I leaned back in my chair as Levi let out a whistle. Luke pressed his forearms into the table top, and Logan sat there with his jaw swinging wide open.
“Married?” Luke asked.
“Who the fuck married her?” Levi asked. “Do you know, Liam?”
They all looked at me, and I turned the question around in my head. Would it make a difference if they knew? The important thing was what Samantha wanted. And what she wanted was a divorce. An uncontested divorce took two months, maybe. That meant we had two months to change her mind. But I wasn’t ready to spill those beans just yet.
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
“Does anyone remember any fucking wedding service?” Levi asked.
“Hell no. I don’t remember shit after that wild game of strip poker,” Logan said.
“I wish I could remember,” Luke said. “She deserves to know who she married, at least.”
“Even if we did know, she doesn’t seem to want to know,” I said. “But the only thing we can do is give her what she wants.”
“You know damn good and well Sam is the kind of girl that takes what she wants,” Levi said with a grin. “Like us, for example.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Logan asked.
“It was just a joke. Settle down. We’ll get it all sorted out and this shit’ll be just another memory we talk about later over beers at two in the morning,” Levi said.
“Still, not a time to joke,” Luke said.
“He’s right,” I said. “This isn’t a joking matter. None of us saw this coming, and now Sam needs us to be there to support her through the decision she’s made.”
“Does anyone know who she married anyway?” Levi asked.