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I shove my hands in my pockets as I walk. I’m walking so fast, I probably make it a full mile before Hunter’s name pops up on my phone with his call. I decline it.
I’m not ready to talk yet.
This whole time I’ve been planning something special and they’ve been thinking about how much I miss being a single playboy? What the fuck?
My mind is busy replaying every single thing I’ve done lately, searching for anything that would give them that idea. Did I flirt with someone? Did I stare too long at someone attractive? Do I talk in my sleep?
I start nearly every day kissing Isabel on the cheek as she tends to baby West. I call hermy girlevery fucking day. And she still thinks I want to fuck a stranger? Like I need it?
It doesn’t make any goddamn sense.
My phone buzzes again, and this time I look down to see Isabel’s face on the screen. I decline it again.
I was always the guy who wanted quick fixes and easy resolutions, but if being married to Hunter has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes we need space to just be mad. When I say or do something to piss him off, he always has the right to walk away—and he does.
And right now, it’s my turn.
We’ll talk it out later, but right now, I need two things—space and alcohol.
Luckily, we’re in Vegas, where both are readily available.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I open my Uber app and order myself a ride back to the hotel. I don’t bother telling Hunt or Isabel. They can track my location anyway. They’ll figure it out.
The car meets me on the corner, near an Italian restaurant. The entire ride back to the hotel, I’m sulking and replaying everything in my head. It only gets me more fired up. It’s like having a squad of voices in my head, all validating why I should be angry.
By the time I get to the hotel, I’m fuming. So I head straight to the bar.
“Double shot of vodka and a lager, please,” I tell the bartender as I sit down. He gives me a nod before quickly making my drinks. With my elbow on the bar, I rest my head in my hand. I’m feeling anxious and angry.
I’m not Hunter. I’m not good at keeping things in and letting off steam. I just want to talk to them. I want to fucking tell them how much this hurt me. At least with me gone I know they’re worried and tortured with guilt.
This is all so fucking terrible.
When the bartender sets down my vodka, I shoot it back in one long swig. Then I chase it with the beer, guzzling down half. Hopefully, the alcohol will set in soon and tame this anxiety inside me.
“You okay?”
I lift my head to find a woman leaning against the bar next to me. It takes me a moment to recognize her as the same woman who spoke to me at the pool today. She politely asked if I wanted to have a drink with her. I nicely turned her down, explaining that I was here with someone.
I get it. People aren’t used to seeing a man with two people. They see Hunter and Isabel together and assume I’m the single third wheel. Foryears, I was.
But not anymore. So now, I have to awkwardly explain that I’m not available.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
She glances at my drinks. “Don’t seem fine.”
I shrug. “Just fighting with my…wife.”
She nods as if she understands. The woman rests her hand on my arm. Then she leans in toward me.
At this proximity, I admire how beautiful she is. She’s young, probably a good ten years younger than me. She has beautiful blonde hair and large blue eyes. That black dress she has on is cut low in the front, revealing ample cleavage that would have had me falling off this stool five years ago.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” she whispers. “Let me take your mind off of it.”
My brow furrows. Is this what Isabel thinks I want?
