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I grabbed a notepad from the hotel room desk and scribbled a quick note to Rosa. I knew it wasn’t great leaving her here like this… with a marriage certificate, a ring on her finger, and a promise to annul. But I wasn’t sure what the hell else to do.
Then, I bent and pressed another gentle kiss to the top of her head, whispering, “I promise, this will be a quick and easy fix. I’m sorry.”
Chapter 5
Rosa
I paced the hotel room with the phone pressed to my ear. “Answer, damn you! Answer!”
It was only my second time trying to call Noah since I’d woken up this morning. But still. He should be answering. Hell, he shouldn’t have left in the first place.
“Okay, calm down,” Hazel said, still sitting cross-legged on my hotel room bed… or rather, Noah’s. Cheeky, her little rescue dog gave a quick yip in agreement.
I mashed my finger into the end call button and tossed the phone aside. “And you’re sure you two saw us leaving the chapel together? It wasn’t just two people who looked like us?”
Reid and Hazel exchanged a quick look before answering.
Hazel cleared her throat. “Even if we weren’t sure it was you two, that’s definitely a real marriage certificate sitting there.”
“And those are definitely yours and Noah’s signatures on it,” Reid added.
Shit. Shit, crap, mother fu–
“The good news is,” Reid said, interrupting my expletive train of thought. “These Atlantic City weddings are usuallypretty easy to get annulled. Especially if you two didn’t consummate.”
Hazel’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t consummate, did you?”
“No!” I shouted, then paused to look down at the Flaming Lips t-shirt I’d woken up in. It wasn’t my t-shirt. And my dress was discarded on a chair near the desk. “At least, I don’t think so…”
If we had …. had… you know… wouldn’t I be naked right now? Well notrightnow. But wouldn’t I have woken up naked?
A heavy thrum of a headache was blooming behind my eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sank into a chair in the corner of the room.Think, Rosa. Think.
“Okay,” I said, “How quick are annulments, usually? Like, can we get this thing dissolved by Monday?”
Reid pressed his lips together. “I don’t think they’rethatfast. But trust me, they’re not hard. Especially since Hazel and I can prove as eyewitnesses that you two were intoxicated at the time of marriage.”
Hazel nodded, eyes wide with hope.
But dammit, my best friend was one hell of an actress. That hope could be completely faked right now and evenIwould hardly know it.
“Okay,” I sighed. “So what’s next?”
Reid already had his nose buried in his phone, typing away with both thumbs. “I’m contacting my lawyer for you.”
I winced. I had all of three hundred bucks to my name. That probably didn’t even cover one hour of his lawyer’s time. “Reid, I can’t afford your lawyer?—”
“But Noah can,” he said, looking up from beneath a thick web of black lashes.
I looked down at my phone, still clutched in my manicured fingers. “Yeah. If he would answer his damn phone.”
With a huff, Hazel launched to her feet. “I’ll try calling him.”
“You really think he’ll answer your call instead of mine?”
Hazel snorted as she stomped to the door of the hotel room. “He will if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Where are you going?”
