Her Accidental Husband (The Sorensen Family 2)

She smacked him and laughed again. “Well, you weren’t the one mortified by the gazes of all the lecherous old men trying to catch a glimpse of more than I wanted to give them.”

Reaching the end of the book, she closed it, her hand resting on the cover. That same melancholy feeling hit her.

For a night that Cruz had summarized as nothing but a mistake, memory holes and all, it was one of the best nights of her life.

An image of Cruz tickling her under her rib as they lay together, tired and spent, in the early morning came back to her.

Maybe even the best night of her life.

Chapter Eleven

It was just after noon when the taxi they’d taken from the airport—where they’d dropped off their rental car—pulled up to the front of the hotel. Cruz paid the driver and helped Payton climb out, a courtesy that came easily to him.

Not so easy was knowing he had to relinquish her arm, and let her go.

He had thought that when he reached this moment, as he handed off the duties of sole protector of Payton to her friend and his family, that he would be feeling overwhelming relief that she wasn’t his to worry about. Instead, there was a sense of sadness. Of loss. Of a chapter ending that had been—although unexpected—strangely fun and exciting.

He followed Payton inside and up to the check-in counter. Despite the hangover from hell that they both had been recovering from most of the morning—who knew those Bueno bars would be the prefect hangover cure?—he was unable to keep his eyes off her.

Her face makeup-free but bright and glowing, those green eyes that looked at him with a little bit of wonder and surprise the past few hours, she was beautiful. Just as beautiful now as when he danced with her under the moonlight in that dress, or later, when he’d held her in his arms naked and resplendent. When he’d thought she was and was going to remain…his wife.

At least, until morning came and the haze of alcohol was wiped away with sobriety. And needling doubt.

They passed a fountain and a bar where people were leaving with tall fruit-rimmed drinks. The hotel attendant was already checking in another couple, so they hung back and waited. The silence between them was now painful, and neither of them made eye contact with the other as they instead feigned interest in the hotel’s bright orange toned walls, the high-pitched ceilings, and the people passing through the lobby.

“We’re here at last,” Payton said brightly, but the words sounded forced. She was trying to fill the silence that had grown between them over the past couple hours as they arrived closer to their destination.

“Even made it in time for the lunch with half an hour to spare.” His own words sounded equally hollow.

The hotel clerk, a younger guy in his twenties with decent English skills, motioned them over. Cruz stood next to Payton, waiting patiently as she checked in first. News that their luggage had arrived the day before and was already up in their rooms brought a squeal of excitement from Payton, and she reached her hand out and squeezed his arm before stopping, almost uncertain, and then pulling away. “Sorry.”

Right. Payton and he were already falling back into their usual awkwardness.

The next words from the hotel agent froze them both to their spot. “It appears your mother also arrived a couple of hours ago, Ms. Vaughn. She wanted me to relay that you’re to call her immediately on arrival as she was hoping to, uh, stay in your room. Of course, under hotel policy, we couldn’t release the rooms to Mrs. Vaughn, regardless of your relationship.”

Cruz looked down to

see how Payton was handling the news. Her fingernails almost dug into the surface of the desk where she’d been resting them.

“My mother is here.” But it was a statement rather than a question. “Of course she is.” She looked up at Cruz, her eyes imploring him now. “Cruz, can I have a moment alone with you?”

He nodded to the hotel clerk and they stepped away from the desk.

Her voice was low and laced with panic. “Under no circumstances can my mother know that we shared the same room last night—let alone…well, everything else. Even taking away the whole marriage thing,” she gulped and took a breath before starting again, “I couldn’t bare to have her go into a lengthy lecture of the impropriety of my lewd and immoral behavior. Sleeping with a man who wasn’t—in my mother’s eyes—my fiancé.”

“Of course, Payton. I’m not usually in the habit of parading the details of my private life to anyone,” he added, his voice cool. It sounded an awful lot like Payton was ashamed of being with a guy like him. That he was someone to be ashamed of. And it cut to the quick. “It will remain our secret.”

A family of four arrived in the lobby and started toward the desk. “Look. Why don’t we both get settled into our rooms, take a moment to relax, and remember why we’re here today. To watch the two people we care about really do this marriage thing the right way. We can talk later.”

She nodded but her eyes were already unfocused, and her shoulders seemed so tight and tense that he was afraid she’d shatter to the touch. But they stepped forward and continued with the registration. They were just getting their key cards handed to them when a familiar voice cried out for them across the lobby.

And like that, their crazy, unexpected trip, a trip that had brought him more adventure and excitement, the feeling that he was fully alive, came to an official end.

“Payton! Cruz! I’m so happy to see you,” Kate said, the relief palpable in her voice.

Payton turned to find her friend rushing toward them, her vibrant red hair hard to miss, as was the dark handsome fiancé who followed close behind. Kate pulled Payton into a hug that threatened to bruise a few ribs if she didn’t let up. It was another reminder of how much Dominic and his big-hearted family had worked miracles on Kate, who before knowing him, would have been more likely to pat Payton awkwardly on the back than give her such an effusive hug. Payton liked the change.

“Isn’t it bad luck for you two to see each other before the ceremony?” Cruz asked Dominic, who was similar in height and coloring to his older brother, but was freer with the disarming smiles. And whereas Dominic’s eyes twinkled blue in mischief, Cruz’s dark brown eyes were more sharp and astute, seeming to have the power to look inside your soul—or maybe that was just her.