Marriage: Impossible (Voretti Family Book 1) Read Free Page B

instead of the before picture burned into her brain. “Your leg looks better. You’re using the antibiotic ointment I gave you, right?”
    Muttering something that could have been a yes or a no, he pulled on the jeans she’d taken off so he could get a good night’s sleep. And also because she’d wanted to get a look at what was under them.
    That was a dangerous thought, so she banished it from her head. “It’s really important that you use the ointment. Seriously, Sean. Multi-drug resistant staph infections cause over 11,000 deaths every year, not to mention—”
    “Fine. I’ll use it. Now would you stop staring at me?”
    “I’m not staring.” She was staring, darn it all.
    She forcibly transferred her gaze to the left. Where it landed on the bowl of condoms.
    His gaze followed hers. “Are those…” He shook his head. “How did I get here? This isn’t my hotel room.”
    “You were kind of out of it. I didn’t know where your room was, and since we had this one anyway, I figured we might as well use it.”
    His forehead knit like he was trying to bring back the exact sequence of events that had led him here. “I remember talking to Bri. And then that bouncer was in my face and he shoved me into the wall, and… You got me out of there.”
    “Of course. I mean, it wasn’t your fault. You were defending yourself.”
    “Thanks.” The word came out slow and halting like he used it so infrequently he wasn’t even sure how to pronounce it. “You didn’t have to do that.”
    “I know I didn’t have to. I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”
    He reached toward her then changed his mind at the last minute, threading his hand through his short hair.
    She wanted to touch him there. She wanted—
    “Thanks. For having my back.”
    That made a record two thank yous in less than a minute, and she struggled to keep the amazement out of her voice. “No problem.”
    “So you got me out of the club, and then we were in that wedding chapel, and…” His face paled under his impressive tan. He glanced around, taking in the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of melted ice. The bouquet of roses tied with a ribbon that read Congratulations! in gold glitter. The bowl on the nightstand, filled to the brim with condoms. Last, but not least, he glanced at his ring finger, which had the wedding band she hadn’t been able to pry off.
    “No,” she said, starting to correct him, but he was cursing too loudly to hear.
    Don’t take it personally. He’s tired. He’s hung over. And who wouldn’t be upset at the idea of being—suddenly and without any memory of the event—married?
    Still, the little girl inside her who had doodled hearts with Sean’s initials all over her high school notebooks and dreamed that one day he would finally kiss her, was absolutely crushed.
    “What were you doing in Reno anyway?” Sean growled, the implication clear— if you’d been home where you belonged, none of this would’ve happened .
    She dragged the sheet up, covering herself. “I told you. I had a bachelorette party.”
    “Were you meeting a guy?” He let out a cold, hard laugh. “He’s gonna be pissed when he finds out you’re off the market.”
    “At least I didn’t go to compete in the latest episode of Extreme Sports: Death Wish Edition . Didn’t you hear about those kids who died at The Towers last month?”
    Sean’s face went blank. He grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. Then his keys.
    Keri’s stomach churned like she was the one with the hangover. “Where are you going?”
    He looked at her with that same emotionless expression—the one that had scared her so badly that the last-minute airfare to Reno seemed like a bargain. “None of your business.”
    She jumped out of bed. Dress. Where was her dress ? “You’d better not be going to The Towers.
    “Why? You think because Elvis pronounced us man and wife in some bullshit ceremony you’ll have annulled next week you can tell me what to