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“Both?” she shrieks. “Without me? How could you not tell me you were getting married?”
“I didn’t know until it happened,” Shelley assures her. Lisa rolls her eyes, and Palmer snorts, glaring at me.
“Fucking smart play. You’re a goddamn genius.” He hands me a whiskey, tapping his glass with mine.
“I saw what you were going through. Fucking no, thank you.”
Palmer shrugs, a pleasurable look floating across his face.
“I don’t know. The negotiations are…nice.”
That was suggestive as hell. I remember their make-up sex on Thanksgiving. I’m sure they are nice.
Palmer claps me on the shoulder, climbing onto the bar and whistling sharply to get everyone’s attention.
“Shut the fuck up, all of you, and get a drink!”
There’s a slight run on the bar until everyone clutches a drink, looking up at him expectantly.
“Merch nailed Shelley down. I think that deserves a fucking toast!”
There’s a roar of cheering, backslapping, and kisses as Palmer vaults off the bar. Shelley smiles, accepting all the congratulations with a smile. When things quiet down, she starts chewing on her lips, twisting her new rings.
Bending down, my lips brush her ear. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to tell my parents. It feels wrong that they don’t know,” she whispers, sounding apologetic. I have no desire to tell what family I still have, but I understand where she’s coming from. Taking her hand, I lead her through to Lisa’s office.
Palmer catches our trajectory and waggles his eyebrows, but I ignore him. That’s not what’s about to happen. Although… it might make for a more interesting phone call.
Shelley picks up Lisa’s phone, toying with it.
“Why aren’t you using your cell?”
“I don’t know if I want them to have the number,” she admits, sounding sad. I remember her mother blowing up her phone after I absconded with her. I don’t fucking blame her. I don’t know if I want her mother to have her number either.
Sighing, Shelley punches the number into the desk phone, putting the little headset on so she looks like a cute telemarketer. She sits on the desk chair, her legs swinging as she waits for her mother to answer.
“Hey, Mom.”
That’s my cue. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs, ducking my head under the floaty skirt of her dress before she can protest.
“I just wanted to give you a call.”
To her credit, she doesn’t even miss a beat talking to her mother while her hand is trying to shove me away. Snapping aside the lace of her panties, I slide my nose and tongue up her seam. Shelley’s breath catches, but she doesn’t stop talking to her mother about the weather. Yeah, it’s cold. It’s fucking winter in the desert. What did they expect?
My tongue darts out, circling her clit and Shelley’s breath catches again. She stops trying to shove my head away, her hand resting on it, holding it in place. I swallow a grin. I knew she’d get there in the end.
“So…uh…I got…married today.” Her voice is little more than a squeak. I swear I can hear a squawk on the other end of the phone.
“Well, I mean… it’s, like, legal. We did it at the courthouse…. Of course I’m not going to regret it!”
She’s arguing with her mother now.
“No. I’m not getting an annulment,” Shelley snaps. I freeze for a moment, a feral growl rumbling out of me. No, she fucking isn’t. I pull my head out from under her dress, reaching for the headset, ready to give her mother a piece of my mind. Shelley palms my face, holding me off, swatting at my arm with her other hand.
“I’d like to see you still sometimes….what? Like…ever? You never want to see me again?”
Fucking hell. Her voice gets smaller with every question. That’s it. This call is fucking done. I give up trying to get to the headset, slapping my hand on the phone on the desk and hitting the disconnect button.
