Didn’t that just sum the whole day up, and probably my whole marriage too. I stood from my comfy little spot that had once been peaceful but was now tainted by this ridiculous display. I turned to Tucker, looked him in the eye, and then scanned over until I had Wes’s attention. “Good call, having your Vegas hookups come to the wedding. Thanks for ruining the five peaceful moments I had today.”

I didn’t wait for anyone to say anything else; I just left and went back to the hotel suite to pack up my shit. If I had it my way, I’d be able to find a flight back home tonight. Thanks to Mr. Poker Chip from last night, I had the means in my bag to do it without worrying about breaking my bank.

Chapter 7

I left the dress I wore to be married in on the bed in the hotel. For some reason, I couldn’t bring it upon myself to pack it up and take it home with me. As I put the items that I brought with me back in my bag, I caught glimpses of the ring that had been put on my finger during the ceremony. I refused to stop and take a closer look though. It seemed like the one thread where if I pulled too hard, everything would unravel, and I’d lose what was left of my precarious sanity.

Thankfully, I had packed light on the way to Vegas, so that meant I just had to put the same clothes on that I traveled in before, and head on out. It made for a quick turnaround time in getting back out of the hotel unnoticed. There was an Uber waiting to take me to the airport, and a ticket that would get me back home in about seven hours. Unfortunately, there would be a wait at the airport, but that couldn’t be helped since there were no earlier flights. Instead of worrying about it, I found a nice little nook to stow myself away near my departure gate. There, I took out my iPad and set to work on writing what I hoped would be a best-selling book. Honestly, I didn’t even care if it never made a big-time book list, I just wanted to be able to stash some money away for a rainy day and know that I’d seen some success.

The words flowed freely, and soon I was lost to my work. So lost, in fact, that I never even realized when two people sat down on either side of me. Everyone else had ignored the space I had turned into my temporary workstation. Instead, they opted to be closer to the lines where they would eventually board their flights.

My fingers flew over the keys, typing out a very steamy scene, in which the hero took his woman up against the exterior wall of the bar where they’d just met. He was claiming her and didn’t care who saw it happen. She was so lost to the lust, and slightly intoxicated, that she didn’t care either. It was a wild tryst for her, nothing more. Something to tell her friends about later after they’d insisted that she was the least daring person in their friend group.