"Must be bad if you can't come up with a bullshit answer," Kit says.
"My parents are splitting up."
"Shit, really?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck. Can't believe my parents' marriage outlasted theirs. They're actually… I think they're done with their 'arrangement.'"
I'm happy for him, I am, but I don't need to hear this right now. "They announced it that morning. They wanted to warn me and Daphne that they were going to tell all their friends at their divorce party the next night."
"Divorce party?"
"It's a thing, apparently. And it's over. So fuck that."
"Fuck." Kit chuckles. "Your parents are getting a divorce."
I cringe at the word. "Not getting. It's done. Official."
"So you head to Vegas and get married?"
"It wasn't like that."
"Explain it."
I'm not sure that I can. "I wasn't planning on matrimony. I wanted to find a woman to take back to my hotel room, one who would make me forget every fucking thing in my life."
He nods I've been there.
"Fuck, she was wearing this tight dress that was all business. She looked uptight. I wanted to help her let her hair down." My thoughts go back to that night, to the way her smile lit up her brown eyes, to the way she sighed with pleasure as I ran my fingers over her skin. A lot of that night is fuzzy, but I remember enough. "I didn't think we'd end up at a chapel."
Kit chuckles. "Why are you always looking for a challenge?"
"It's boring getting handed everything you want."
He gives me a serious look. He's not buying it. Kit's always been the thoughtful type, but now that he's a year out of rehab he's particularly introspective.
Fuck. That could work. I pretend like I'm not trying to change the subject. "Hey. It's been more than a year you've been sober now, hasn't it."
Kit doesn't take the bait. At all. He shoots me a try harder next time look. "You really think that would work?"
"You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take."
He chuckles. "Take another."
I rack my brain for the
perfect button to push. That's it. I make my expression serene, my voice even. "You ever fuck Piper in the ass?"
His eyes flare with a protective glare. "None of your fucking business."
"Is that a yes?" I ask.
Kit shoots me that you're ridiculous look of his. "Why do you care?"
"There's no law that says I need to stop enjoying details because I'm married."
"You fuck your wife in the ass?"