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My stomach turned sour again. “I did say I had something to talk to you about,” I murmured as I passed the phone back to him.
Grant pressed a palm to his face and slid it down. “What the fuck did you do last night?”
I held up my left hand, which still had the ring on it, and wiggled my fingers. “Looks like I got married.”
He dropped his voice to a hiss. “I thought you were trying to stayoutof the press for a while.”
I grimaced. “I was. I am. That’s why I called you. I need your help getting out of this.”
Grant laughed in surprise. “Getting out of it? Like, what? You want to sue the tabloids? Or out of it like getting a divorce?”
“The second one. And lower your voice. What if someone hears us?”
He shook his head. “That ship has sailed.”
Our server came over then, a woman in her mid-fifties with a ponytail and dark circles under her eyes. She fixed her gaze on me. “I’m Rita and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get you, honey?”
“Coffee and waffles. Three of them.”
“Bacon or anything with that?”
I shook my head. “Just need to drown myself in carbs today.”
She half smiled. “I get it. And how about you?”
Grant handed her the menu. “I’m good with just coffee for now.”
When Rita walked away, Grant scowled at me. “So you asked me to breakfast to get you a divorce, is that it?”
I buried my face in my hands. “Yes.” When Grant was silent for a long few moments, I looked up to find him staring at his phone again.
“You two don’t look half bad as a couple.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. “Now how do I get un-coupled?”
He sipped his coffee and looked at me for a long while. “Do you know the laws regarding divorce in Nevada?” I shook my head. “Well at least you meet the residency requirement. But it’ll still take a few weeks minimum, and that’s if he agrees to everything. If he doesn’t want to get divorced or something comes up, it’ll take months.”
“Oh God.”
“It could be worse.” Grant set his coffee cup on the table with a thud and Rita bustled over to fill it, peering at me.
“You look familiar.” She snapped her fingers a few times before her eyes lit up. “I know who you are. You’re that chef, right? The one who got married. It’s all over the papers, isn’t it?”
I forced a smile and nodded. “Guilty.”
She turned to Grant and smiled widely. “And this must be the mystery man.”
Grant sputtered a laugh and shook his head. “No, definitely not. I’m his attorney.”
Rita frowned. “Your attorney? You looking to get divorced already?”
My eyes widened. How could she know that?
“Oh, don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell anyone. You wouldn’tbelievethe things I’ve seen working in this diner.”
“How could you tell?”
She shrugged. “Nobody comes into breakfast with his lawyer the day after his wedding without wanting a divorce.” She mimicked zipping her lips. “I won’t say a word.”
