Page 99 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
The police have a boat to transfer us back to Seaside since Sunrise doesn’t have its own department. They drive their golf cart onto the boat, leaving us secured in the backseat during the brief boat ride back. This shorter trip didn’t make me sick on the way here, so I’m hoping the same is true on the way back.
“I can’t believe you got us arrested,” Bristol snaps.
“Me?” My head rears. “I didn’t get us arrested.”
“It was your idea to come to the island after you heard about the orchard. You’re the one who got the bags to put the apples in. And you wanted to climb the fence to get them after the owner said no.”
“I didn’t hear you saying no to any of that,” I say.
“You wouldn’t have listened if I did.”
“I can’t believe you.” I shake my head.
“Believe it, buddy. The first chance I get, I’m turning on you. I’ll give them everything they need to let me go free while you rot in jail.”
She sounds serious.
“Holy shit, you’d actually rat me out, wouldn’t you?” I’m shocked.
And not shocked at the same time.
“Damn straight.” She nods to show her conviction.
“Wow. And here I thought we were finally turning a corner. Working together toward a common goal,” I say.
“Pfft. In your dreams,” she says. “We work together about as well as pen on wet paper.”
“That’s not a very good example. Nothing writes on wet paper.”
“Exactly.”
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“It’s been over an hour. How long doesprocessingtake?” Brie has been pacing our small holding cell for a while. She’s worried about Blake. We both are. We haven’t been able to make a phone call, so he doesn’t know where we are. I’m sure he’s frantic by now.
I started out pacing too. Where she can take five steps across the floor, it takes me two. Which just pissed me off since there’s no frustration being burned off in two steps. So, I’ve been sitting on the floor counting surface voids in the concrete walls. One thousand, three hundred, and ninety-eight so far.
“We woulda had you processed by now.” Nelson approaches the cell at a leisurely pace. “But y’all didn’t tell us you were married, so now we got to start all over again.”
“We’re not married,” we both say at the same time.
“We’re annulled,” Bristol clarifies.
“Well.” Nelson holds up a paper we can’t possibly read from this distance. “Not according to the State of Nevada.”
bristol
“How couldyou fail to send in the annulment papers?” I wait for Nelson to leave before whirling on Wyatt. I don’t understand how he can be so…so…gah! I’m so mad I can’t even think of the word. My face is red, my voice is shrill, he’s—
“I didn’tfailto do anything, sweetheart,” he says. “Why don’t you take a step back from snooty, self-righteous town and get a grip for a minute.”
“I have a grip,” I say. “It’s you who doesn’t have a grip. Or a clue. About anything.”
“Give me a break,” he says. “You act like you still hate me, or something.”
“Of course, I still hate you. You made me marry you.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’tmakeyou do anything.”
