Page 37 of One More Kiss

"Yeah, they came in a little tipsy, but they weren't so gone they didn't know what they were doing. They'd just tied the knot and wanted their rings tattooed, so I did what any right-minded businessman would do. I did as they asked. Zane even had a picture of what his bride's tattoo should look like. It was romantic, I guess, if you're into that kinda thing."

The screen cuts back to the newsperson.

"There you have it folks. Ladies, it's a sad day for you all, but a brilliant day for Jennifer Smith, now Mrs. Zane Masters."

"Yep. My dad's for sure gonna kill me. I'm dead," I mutter.

I stare at my phone, still considering calling Zane, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye.

Shit. Joanne. Zane's PR person. Sure, she's a friend, but she's bound to be on Zane's side, and she can be a real ball buster when she needs to be. I'm sure she feels this is one of those times.

Hell no. I'm not ready yet! I scramble into the driver’s seat, dropping my phone when I slam the door, hearing a solid crack. I look down. Yep. Screen is fucked. No point in picking it up now.

I peel out of the spot, hearing the crunch of my phone beneath the tire. Perfect. Just freaking perfect. Fuck my life already.

Looking in my rearview, I see Joanne standing there with her hands on her hips watching me drive off, her mouth moving. I can hear her cursing me from here. The waiting press rushes forward to surround her. I don't know how she handles that because I'd have a panic attack and likely pass out.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I take a right and head to the airport, no longer seeing the disaster behind me. I know my relief is going to be short-lived because my mama always said, "You can run, but you can't hide because whatever you're running from will always catch up to you." And she's always been right.

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