Take Me (Take a Chance 4)

“Got what?” he snapped.

“Call your buddy. Ask him who did the proposing.”

He gave a curt nod, his jaw ticking again. “Fine. But first, we’ll shower and brush our teeth.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to be at work in a few hours and I smell like a fucking bottle of vodka.” He eyed her. “So do you.”

And she probably did, too. Even though she wanted to get to the bottom of this, a shower would help clear her head. It’s where they’d been heading before the whole world exploded. “Fine. But no sex.”

“Wow.” He headed for the bathroom. “You sound like a wife already. Didn’t take you long to slip into that role.”

“Oh, shut up already. You’re giving me a headache.”

He threw his hands up. “It’s official. I’m married.”

She flipped him off and followed him into the bathroom. The whole time they brushed their teeth with the honeymoon suite’s complementary toothbrushes and showered, she remained silent. A couple of times he tried to strike up a conversation but she refused to engage in pointless chitchat. She was too busy trying to figure out what the hell had happened last night.

How could she have gotten married?

Even as a little girl, she’d known what she wanted out of life. What could have possibly happened to make her change her mind? Sure, she’d been drunk…but she’d been drunk plenty of times. She’d never gotten married because of it. Why had she married Mike? What made him so freaking different that she forgot all her goals in life? Her career. Her independence. Her desire to travel the world.

None of those dreams included a husband.

She shrugged into a robe and plopped down on the bed. He strode out of the bathroom, completely naked and looking far too irresistible for her sanity. Their gazes connected and she couldn’t look away.

This couldn’t be happening.

“You ready to be proven wrong?” she asked, choosing the fight portion of the fight-or-flight survival tactic. She was never one to run away when she was about to be proven right.

“Now she speaks?” He shook his head like a dog, sending splatters of water her way. One hit her on the nose and trailed down. “I’m never wrong, wife.”

Wife. That word sent a weird thrill chasing up her spine. She wiped the back of her hand across her nose. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?”

“I’m not your wife.”

“This says you are.” He grabbed her hand and held her ring in front of her face. It was the first time she saw it. Part of her hoped it would be hideous and gaudy. Something she hated. But she loved it. The simplicity of the white gold and the small spattering of diamonds was exactly what she would’ve picked. Probably because she had chosen it. Damn it. “And I’m sure we have a marriage license lying around here somewhere that further proves our married status.”

She lifted a shoulder. “We’ll get it annulled.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He cocked a brow. “Do you really think we didn’t consummate the marriage?”

Her cheeks heated. Judging from the soreness in between her thighs…they probably had. “Does it matter?”

“Hell yeah it does.”

“Wait a second…we were both dressed.” Her heart leapt at the thought. “We weren’t naked. I bet we came back and fell asleep. That’s our out. That’s how we cancel this without a divorce. Thank God.”

Something flashed in his eyes. “Maybe.”

“What?” She looked back at him, and his eyes were shuttered. “What do you mean, maybe? It’s the only way to fix this mess.”

“Maybe,” he said again, his voice hard. He picked up his cell, punched in a phone number, and then raised it to his ear. “Hello?” He was silent for a little while, and she fidgeted. “Yeah, thanks so much for that.” Another pause. “Hell no.” He rolled his eyes, and she stiffened. “What do you think?”

“That’s it.” She couldn’t take this one-sided conversation anymore. It was killing her not knowing what was going on. She yanked at his arm but he didn’t sit down next to her. “Put it on speakerphone.”