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But when my lips started to quirk up at the corners, my entire face protested in pain.
I groaned and held my head as I tapped on the screen of my phone to check the time.
The numbers showing 9:00 p.m. glowed far too bright in the dark room, and I grimaced at the way the influx of light made my eyes feel like they wanted to wobble right out of my skull.
Careful not to wake Cassie, I tiptoed into the bathroom and didn’t turn on the light until I could lock myself inside it.
It wasn’t that I wanted to stay away from my wife; it was more that I wanted to stay the fuck away from herplans. In my defense, though, nothing good had come from her itinerary since I’d told her she could plot out our honeymoon.
With two hands on the sink counter, I stared at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were still bloodshot, my hair was a fucking mess, and my lips looked drier than the Sahara. There was no doubt about it; I was hung the fuck over. Hell, considering it was still the same damn day on which the tequila consumption had occurred, I might’ve still been drunk for all I knew.
I was thankful I didn’t feel like shoving my face in the toilet.
I just felt hungry.Ravenously.
Once I took a piss, washed my hands, and splashed some cold water on my face, I started to work out a plan that allowed me to sneak out of the hotel suite and find some fucking food.
Of course, I’d make sure I included Cass’s current cravings in that plan, but I just wouldn’t tell her about any of it until I was safely back with the takeout in my hands.
There was no way in hell I’d let her derail me from eating this time.
A man could only take so much alcohol and chesticle-shaking on an empty stomach before he kicked the goddamn bucket.
I’d like to live long enough to see my son’s birth, thank you very much.
But before I could put any of my sneak-out-of-the-hotel-without-Cass-knowing plans in action, “Thong Song” started to play so loudly from my damn phone that it made me jump.
Fuck!
I bobbled the thing around in my hands and just accepted the call without even thinking, solely focused on trying to make sure Cassie wouldn’t wake up.
“Hello?” Wes’s voice echoed from the receiver, and I let my head fall back on a groan.
Goddammit, you bastard. I don’t have time for this shit! Every second I waste just takes me closer to missing my window entirely!
“Thatch? You there, dude?”
On a sigh, I lifted it to my ear and asked on a whisper, “What do you want?”
“Where are you?” he questioned, and it felt like he was communicating with me through a fucking megaphone.
“Would you shut your fucking mouth!” I hissed. “Why are you talking so loud?”
“I’m talking at a normal volume, dude.”
“Yeah, okay, if a normal volume is yelling, then you’re definitely nailing it.”
“What the fuck crawled up your ass tonight?” he retorted on a chuckle. “And why aren’t you at poker night? I lost the vote when we were deciding who would call you.”
“Because I’m on my honeymoon,” I said and stepped into the walk-in shower, shutting the door behind me to keep the sound contained.
“Your honeymoon?” His voice was utterly confused. “What the fuck?”
“Cass wanted to take a honeymoon. So, she planned a trip for us.”
“Oh, okay. Where’d you go?”
