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Zane, Maggie and Flynn, standing in thelobby.
They were with Maggie’s dad, Dizzy. Dizzy had his arm around some girl and Zane had his arm around Maggie. Maggie looked drunk, and something made me stopshort.
As they parted ways, I heard the chick with Dizzy say, “Farewell!” in a sing-song voice. She and Dizzy seemed to be heading for the bar. It was closed, but since he owned the place, probably not a problem. “Sleep tight, Mr. and Mrs. Traynor!” the girl shout-whispered across the lobby. Then Dizzy grabbed her hand and tugged her out ofsight.
Mrs.Traynor?
I stared at Zane and Maggie, and it all came together in an instant. Las Vegas. The bouquet in Maggie’shand.
The fuckingrings.
I could see them, glinting in the lights off the bank of elevators. Zane wore a lot of rings, so I couldn’t be sure. But Maggie was definitely wearing a wedding band on her ringfinger.
I saw it when she put her hand on hischeek.
What thefuck?
I watched them get in the elevator, leaning way too close together. Flynn stepped in silently behind them, and the doorsclosed.
They never sawme.
I wandered around a while longer. Then I went back to my room, poured myself a couple of fingers of bourbon and tried to absorb what I’dseen.
Totally impossible, and defying every law of the universe I’d ever heard of, but I was pretty fucking sure that Zane and Maggie had just gottenmarried.
Damn.
How long had this been going on? Were theyfucking?
Of course they werefucking.
Were they inlove?
Probably. That’s usually what a weddingimplied.
Weirdly, I could see it with Zane. Surprised he would ever marry anyone, and yet, I could see him falling for Maggie. He’d always had a thing for her. I just didn’t know how serious it was,apparently.
Zane never seemed to take anything that serious. Wasn’t really his style. But somehow… yeah, I could see him taking Maggieseriously.
Maggie, though? What the fuck was she doing marryingZane?
Shit. I sat back on the bed and had to wonder… Should I be concerned? Should I say something to Zane? To Brody? Maggie had looked pretty drunk, weaving into the elevator in her high heels. Zane had been helping her along. I’d rarely seen her thatdrunk.
Fucking hell.I rubbed my hand through my hair and told myself it wasn’t my problem. Not my business at all. So long as Zane didn’t screw up what we had with Maggie. She was part of the team. Part of our family. He’d be in big fucking trouble if he fucked Maggieover.
There were a lot of people, me included, who’d have a problem withthat.
I just hoped, for the band’s sake, that he knewthat.
Motherfucker.
I shook my head. But there was nothing to be done, not until they mentioned it. Maybe Zane would make an announcement at the show, on stage. Declare his love for Maggie in front of theworld.
I grinned at the thought. It was actually kind ofsweet.
Kinda shocking, but I was happy for them. So long as they werehappy.
Anyway, I had problems of myown.
