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I pry my eyes open, and nausea rolls through my stomach again as I see Ringer’s outstretched hand holding the ring out to me again.
“Put it back on.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my wife, and I want you to wear it.”
A disbelieving laugh bubbles out of me. “Ringer, listen to yourself right now! Married?Wife?”
“Yes, babe, that’s what happens when two people go to a chapel and sign a piece of paper that says they are married.”
“Let me see it,” I demand, glaring at him.
He lets out another deep sigh before pushing up and leaving the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Ringer comes back into the bathroom, holding a piece of paper and his phone.
The first thing he hands me is the paper. I let out a loud maniacal laugh as I verify that I sure as shit signed my name right under his on a Nevada State marriage license.
I sit that down next to me and reach out to take the phone. My eyes slightly soften as I see the first picture on the screen.
“Why don’t I remember this?” I ask softly.
“We were all pretty drunk, Lile.”
“But you remember it?”
“Every minute,” he sighs, his face falling. “I had a feeling you weren’t going to remember.”
“Whose idea was it?”
“Kind of everyone’s, I guess?”
I let out my first real laugh of the morning. “What does that mean?”
Ringer drops down onto his ass in front of me. “You kept asking to see the Elvis that marries people. Sparrow outed that you used to write Lilah Mack on all your journals.”
My face heats, and I let out a groan, dropping my head back to rest against the cool edge of the tub.
“I said if I won a round of roulette, I would buy a ring right then.”
“How did that go?”
He gestures to the item in question and shrugs. “I bought the ring, didn’t I?”
“Probably as a joke! Ringer, this is our life. Not a drunken joke.”
“You don’t see me laughing, Lilah.”
Ringer has been uncharacteristically serious all morning, and I haven’t noticed until now. My freaking out hasn’t allowed me to read his emotions properly.
“Do you want to go and get it annulled?” I ask carefully.
“Lilah, this isn’t a conversation we should be having on the bathroom floor.”
I push to stand, adamant about having this conversation now.
He holds the ring out to me again. When I shake my head at him, he pushes farther. “Please, Lilah, put the fucking ring on.”
