I shrug. “I know. I’ve thought of all that since then but honestly, Josie, it just felt right. Maybe it was fast because of who he is. And . . . maybe, and probably more so, because of Paul. He made me feel like I was nothing when Jase, he makes me feel like I’m everything.” My voice drops. “I know this isn’t like me—to be impulsive like this—but it felt good and right and so I acted out for once in my life.”

“The fact that you’re dead serious is mind-boggling. And fucking awesome at the same time,” she sings.

“It’s been . . . a whirlwind to say the least, overwhelming and isolating, and I’ve been dying to tell someone.” Even if it means lying to a woman I consider my best friend.

She raises her hand. “I’m your girl for all the juicy details. But . . . Hendrix. HENDRIX.” She releases a long breath, then starts ticking things off her fingers. “So let me get this straight. Jase Gizmodo. Rock star. Infuriatingly hot. Tattooed, talented, ridiculously rich.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes.”

She keeps ticking off her fingers. “Cocky as hell. A man who can wink at a woman and make her forget her own name.”

I roll my eyes, again, last night front and center in my mind. My name wasn’t exactly forgotten but damn if all thoughts didn’t leave my head. “You’re going a tad overboard.”

“You married that. Him. What the hell, Hendrix?” Clearly it’s sinking in and settling now with her.

I exhale and smile. “I did.”

Her phone rings for a second time and she pushes it to voicemail. “So why keep it a secret?”

“To minimize the drama that comes with it. He likes to keep his personal life as private as possible. Plus, we know people are going to dig into my past when they find out who I am. No doubt the fact that I just got out of a relationship will be brought up. Then there’s the snap decision to get married—”

“Which is so not like you but that I’m loving for you.”

“And just so we can keep our privacy a bit longer before we’re surrounded by prying eyes and chaos.”

“I can understand that. Appreciate it.” She squeezes my hand. “Thank you for trusting me.” She smiles. “Gizmo is one lucky man, Hendrix. And I am sure he knows that, which is why he was so quick to marry you. A secret friendship. Sigh. It’s so swoony, and it’s what you deserve.”

I smile as my chest aches in the best way.

“You didn’t get a shower or a bachelorette party or any of that stuff.”

“That’s okay. I don’t need it.”