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“Maybe we paid for the wedding with it.”
June’s mouth dropped. “Was that actually a joke?”
Brock put the last piece of toast into his mouth in a move that was far more sexual that it should ever have been for a guy eating toast. “I’m capable of it, you know.”
“I don’t. But thanks.” June sighed. She turned her attention back to the waffles. She cut off a chunk with her fork but didn’t eat it. “I- whatever. I remember we were in this hand. I have a feeling you were flirting with me.”
“How do you know it wasn’t the other way around?”
She shot him a pointed look. He blinked back at her, confused. “Trust me, I know it wasn’t the other way around.” Right. Like she’d try and flirt with him first. Mr. Sex God. Give me a break. “Anyway, we were in this hand. We were right down to the end and you turned and whispered to me that you were going all in. You had me well covered. I- I’m not afraid to take a bet like that. I knew I would win. Uh- but you said we should bet something else. Make it fun. I thought you meant do something like strip later. Which- I guess I was insanely drunk by that point, because I actually agreed.” I would have agreed sober. Or wanted to. “Uh- you said that- that if I lost, I had to marry you.”
“What?” Brock’s far too fuckable mouth fell open. June shut her eyes. She did not want to imagine that mouth on her body. An image of the purple love bite on her thigh hit her hard. She shifted, clamping her thighs together to stop the burn from travelling up. It had absolutely zero effect. “I wouldn’t have said that.”
“We were drunk. Both of us. We’d been drinking the entire time. You were ordering whiskeys and tipping twenty dollars at a time. Needless to say, the waitresses liked you. I- I’m a lightweight. I haven’t drunk in a long time. I guess I figured it was Vegas and the drinks were strong and free, so might as well.”
“And you took the bet?”
“I guess so. I don’t remember agreeing. You’re the one who made it in the first place.”
“No.” Brock shook his head in hard denial. His eyes blazed into hers. “I never would have done that.”
“Well, you did. I’m not a liar.” She titled her chin upright, offended that he’d sit there and accuse her of playing him false.
“No. You’re just a thief.”
“I beg your pardon!”
“You stole my toothbrush.”
“I put it back where I found it.”
“After you used it.”
“You didn’t seem to have any complaints about my mouth last night.”
That shut him up. His lips pressed into a thin, hard line. His eyes turned stony and that vein, the angry vein, throbbed in his forehead. “Look,” he finally said. “I guess we have to stop trying to figure out how it happened-”
“I told you how it happened.”
That vein jumped harder with every rapid beat of his heart. His nostrils flared. “However, it happened, we’re married now. Legally. I- I guess we have only one choice.”
“One?” June stared back, guardedly. She was definitely waiting for the ‘but’ or the ‘and then’, because there sure as hell was going to be an and then. There was only one way to end a marriage that she knew of and it started with a D. She popped a piece of waffle into her mouth to distract herself, though it was now cold and no longer tasted as fantastic as she thought it had before.
“We can stay married and make this work.”
“What?” Because she was who she was, and even at the best of times she wasn’t graceful, she did the most un-lady like thing she could have and spat out her mouthful of waffle right onto the clean, crisp, white sheets.
CHAPTER 6
Brock
By the look on June’s face, anyone would have thought he’d just suggested something repulsive. Like salad tossing. What the hell? Why would her… why would that come to mind?
Okay, not salad tossing. That’s not even repulsive when it comes to her. Damn it! He tried to think of something horrible. Granny sex. No… god. What was wrong with him? Picking up dog poop in the spring. That was it. That’s what her face looked like. Her pooper scooper disgusted, nose scrunched, skin pale, lips downturned, eyes wide, dog poo face.
“What?” June gaped at him like that waffle she just spat out left a bad taste in her mouth. “What did you just say? Why on earth wouldn’t we get an annulment. Or a divorce. Or- or something!”
“Well- you obviously liked the idea of getting married when I suggested it or we wouldn’t be here right now.”
“I was drunk!” She flashed him the bird as her shirt rode up high, which took him off guard.
