Page 2 of Tainted Tempos

Reign

Did you marry Mckenna last night?

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Mav! Serious talk—are you and Kenny married? What’s going on? What happened? Why didn’t anyone tell me?

Levi

Dude, you good?

Jameson

Maverick, are you married? What the fuck were you thinking?

Aiden

We need to talk, Mav. Call me. There are legalities involved that need to be discussed.

Jess

You’re the biggest headache of my fucking life. Even more so than Levi. Call me now. I’m not kidding.

I wince. Mckenna clears her throat as she enters the living room, and I slip my phone into my pocket.

She looks exhausted, with purple shadows below her navy eyes and her hair twisted away from her face in a low bun. She’s pale and fidgety, her fingers twisting the ring on her finger.

“I looked at my phone,” she admits.

“Me too.”

“I sang karaoke.” She sounds astonished.

“You were pretty good. A little pitchy but not totally off-key.”

Mckenna doesn’t smile. Instead, she rolls her lips together and looks away. I note the moisture that gathers in her eyes, and it feels like I got kicked in the stomach. She’s trying not to cry.

The morning after our wedding and Mckenna regrets it—me—so much, she wants to fucking cry.

“We should order room service,” she states.

“Okay.” I stand and move toward the phone. Calling for room service, I rattle off a list of items I doubt we’ll eat.

When I hang up, Mckenna is seated on the couch. She looks at me expectantly. Her face is resigned, but her eyes are uncertain.

I swear and drag a hand through my hair. “So, last night...”

“We were drunk,” she interjects.

I narrow my eyes. “I mean, yeah, we were drinking, but...”

“But?”

“Fuck, Mckenna. I didn’t think you didn’t know what you were doing. How much do you remember?” I hold my breath, nervousness churning with my disappointment and disgust. Screw alcohol, I can poison myself on my sour emotions.

“I... Bits and pieces,” she offers cryptically. Her voice is monotone, her expression carefully neutral. I hate that I can’t read her. That she won’t give me anything to fucking read.

“Are you okay?” I drop into the seat beside her. God, I want to hold her. Hug her. Show her that I don’t regret it even though last night wasn’t planned. I could never regret being with her.

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