As we’re leaving, Lia’s on the phone. She tells the person on the other end to hold. “Angela, are you in the mood for a girl’s night out? Dinner and a few drinks. No hangover tomorrow, but you may need someone to drive you home.”
Angela lifts a brow. “Just you and me?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “My sister and sister-in-law will join us.”
I was hoping to take Angela out this evening but that can wait. It’s probably better for her to get out and make friends in Seattle.
She moves her head from side to side in a thinking motion. “Can I bring my sister with me?”
“Of course.” Lia’s smile brightens. “The more the merrier.”
“Then I’m in.”
Angela
Lia and her family are a hoot. The one thing I worried about leaving behind in Vegas is that I would miss hanging out with Cassie and Lilly. And I will. But I can so see them fitting in with these ladies. I asked both Bridget and Andi to join us. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves despite there being more than ten years between Bridget and Joy, Lia’s sister-in-law. Actually, technically she’s Wyatt’s sister-in-law but that’s just semantics, these ladies are clearly just sisters. Kind of how Bridget and I think of Andi.
“So,” Andi swirls her cocktail glass. “Are you going to stay married to my cousin.”
I can feel my eyes widen and I look around the table.
Lia waves her hand, dismissing my concern. “I already know. Wyatt told me while you two were out for coffee. I just wasn’t sure if your family knew. That’s why I didn’t bring it up.”
A small smile crosses over my face as I remember us going to get coffee. I’m sure that was the longest coffee run ever. Justin found a secluded spot behind a nearby school. Neither of us removed our clothes. It was quick and hot and the naughtiness about it just made it even more memorable.
Does it make me pathetic that I like the idea of sneaking away from work for a car quickie with my husband? And how pathetic does it make me that I can’t picture that husband as anyone else but Justin?
Anastasia, Lia’s sister waves her hand in front of my face. “Earth to Angela. You still haven’t answered Andi’s question.”
It takes me a moment to remember the question. Am I going to stay married to Justin? “His lawyer said it’s more hassle to get an annulment but if we want to make it as if it never happened, it is possible. His lawyer also went on about there being no prenup, so an annulment is better. But Justin doesn’t want an annulment.”
Andi frowns at me. “That was a lot of words to not answer the question.”
“We’re probably going to just get a divorce.” I push down the pang of disappointment. “I mean there was no fuss over getting married, there’s no need for fuss over ending it.”
Bridget points a perfectly manicured finger at me. “There is another option, you know.”
“It’s not an option.” I roll my eyes at my sister. “We barely know each other.”
Lia shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s true, or that it’s even necessary.”
“No, it is. When I think back over the last week and a half there’s a lot of sex but hardly anything else.”
Okay, that’s not exactly true. We could stay up all night talking. All the mini dates we went on, which I suppose was just a prelude to the sex, but we got to know each other. He came to most of my performances and even I got to see him in action. There was a whole lot more than sex. But I wasn’t going to tell them that.
“But the sex is good, right?” This from Joy.
I don’t answer but a smile creeps across my face and I feel my cheeks heat up.
“Oh, God.” Andi covers her ears. “Don’t answer that. I don’t need to hear about my cousin’s sex life. It’s bad enough I actually caught Blake in the act once.”
Blake was Justin’s younger brother and Andi’s cousin. He lives in Europe now, but he was the player in that family when they were growing up.
I roll my eyes at Andi. “You're right. Catching a family member bumping uglies must be so disturbing. I can’t imagine what that must be like. Oh… wait.”
Andi at least has the decency to blush. “We do not speak about that!”
Bridget’s eyes widen. “Wait you caught them too?”
I stare between the two of them. “Bridget was eleven when you two were dating. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Bridget scrunches her face confused, and shakes her head. “I was fifteen when I caught them.”
I don’t want to know the details. But I do wonder if they’re still doing whatever they’ve been doing.
I nod, sincerely hoping that my brother has learned the art of using a door lock since then.
Joy looks between us. “Who caught who?”
“Andi and my brother.”
That’s how the night progresses. The more we drink the more we learn about each other’s sex lives. It’s disturbing and fascinating all at once.
It isn’t until I hear that deep sexy voice behind me that I realize how late it’s gotten. “Good evening ladies.”
“What are you doing here?” I don’t mean to sound so abrupt; I’m just surprised to see him.
“I’m your ride home.” He says it like it’s the most logical thing in the world. And I suppose it is, but I was expecting my brother to fetch me. He turns to the table and addresses Lia, Joy and Anastasia. “Wyatt is on his way here to get you. Apparently Jace is in the middle of an emergency surgery and Kane is fetching Anastasia from Lia’s.”
As if on cue Wyatt walks in behind Justin. “Are you ready to go?”
We all nod as
