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Tonight, it’s leftover chicken and an assortment of vegetables over lettuce. I drizzle the creation with dressing and skip over the bottle of white wine that’s chilling in favor of the grapefruit infused vodka in the freezer.
I don’t even bother with a glass. Just carry the plate and the bottle over to the couch and plop down to call Rosie.
She picks up on the fourth ring with a cheery tone that indicates her day is going way better than mine. “Hey! How was Vegas? How was the baby shower? Did—”
“I fucked up, Rosie.”
There’s a pause. I steel myself, taking a pull from the frosted bottle and resisting the strong urge to spit it out. It’s like drinking frozen fire. “Worse than the time you—”
“I’m drinking flavored vodka straight out of the bottle as we speak.”
“Okay, so you’re not pregnant. It can’t bethatbad.”
“I married Oliver Kensington.”
Silence. A long, incredulous silence.
“I’m sorry, there must be wires down between Chicago and LA. Because you couldn’t have possibly said youmarriedOliverKensington.”
I groan and take another sip. Her shocked horror isn’t helping. I was kind of hoping she’d be blasé about the whole thing and tell me I’m overreacting. But not only does my best friend tend to be dramatic, she’s the one person who knows about my fling with Crew Kensington.
“How, Hannah? Why? I swear, if this is a joke and you’re fucking with me—”
“It’s not a joke. I met him in a bar—”
“What is it with you and billionaires in bars?”
I ignore her commentary. “I didn’t know who he was. He was just a hot guy, and we got drunk and somehow married. I don’t remember much of it.”
“Not even if he’s thebiggerbrother?” she teases.
“We didn’t have sex.”
“I thought you don’t remember anything.”
“I don’t. But I got a look at his dick the next morning. I would have been sore.”
“Excellent work, Detective.”
I scoff and take another pull from the bottle, contorting my face when the artificial taste of grapefruit burns my throat. “I’m less concerned about the size of his dick and more with how I’mmarried to him, Rosie.”
“Does Crew know?”
“I don’t think so. I actually ran into him a few days ago, at the sandwich shop on Melbourne.”
“Youdid?”
“Yeah. It was…I don’t know. Fine. Weird. We cleared the air a little. He didn’t say anything about Oliver. They’re not that close.”
“Holy shit. I just realized…you married a Kensington. You’re amulti-billionaire, Han.”
Rosie grew up with money, same as me. But there’s rich, and then there’s the generations of wealth the Kensingtons have accumulated.
“Not for long. I’m divorcing him as soon as possible.”
“After getting half, right?” she teases. “You can buy me a yacht.”
“I just want this over with as quickly as possible.”
