Luna swiped down in the article and found a series of eight photos that could be clicked through. She started going through them and at one point, there was a woman sitting in my husband’s lap as he laughed at something Wes had said. The other women were sitting on either side of Wes. The little bit of coffee I’d managed to drink suddenly made me feel a bit sick, or maybe it was the pictures and what they meant.

When she clicked to the last one, I knew they weren’t just innocent bar frolicking photos. That would be because the two men and three women were standing outside of the elevator bank in their hotel, waiting to get on. One of those women was all over my husband and his arms were wrapped around her too while his wide smile showed it wasn’t another naughty realtor situation. Heat stained my cheeks as the impending onslaught of tears stung the back of my eyes.

“That’s weird,” Luna mentioned as she scrunched her face, obviously reading the caption.

“What’s weird? It all seems like normal behavior to me.”

“Yeah, but the caption says that Tucker’s marriage must have been a typical Vegas mistake since that’s not his wife in his arms.”

“No, it’s definitely not his wife,” I agreed. Luna must have started putting two and two together, about where I had come from with a fresh cup of coffee. She turned to me while flipping her phone so that it was screen-side down in her lap.

“Oh my God! No! Please, tell me I haven’t been sitting here sharing these pictures with Mrs. Tucker,” she blanched as she asked me to lie to her.

“So, if you knew who I was before, you would have hidden them?”

“Not at all, but I wouldn’t have been so careless with my words either. Mina, why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged. “Figured if you’re Wes’s sister you must have known already.” I held up the cup in my hands. “Besides, where else would I have come from to borrow some sugar?”

“I honestly just figured you were someone he let stay at his place while he was gone. No one even mentioned to me that Tuck had gotten married.”

I waved away her worry as I stood to leave. “It’s not a big deal. I knew what my marriage was and what it wasn’t when I agreed to it.”

“Whoa, what is that supposed to mean?”

I sighed. “It’s nothing, just like my marriage,” I admitted. “Listen, I better get back to work.” I took an unwanted sip of the now luke-warm, but sweetened coffee for show. “Pretty sure this is the magic juice that will help.” Luna’s phone rang just then, but before I could slink off, she grabbed hold of my arm.

“Hang on a second, please,” she insisted as she answered her cell. “Hello?” There was a pause. “You jerk, why didn’t you tell me that Tucker got married?” There was another, lengthier pause before she quickly glanced up at me and then away. “Okay, well if he did actually get married, then do you want to explain why he took some woman up to his hotel room last night?”