Page 171 of Exes and Oh Hell No

No.

No, no, no.

She looks thoroughly confused.

“You went to the restroom together,” I say slowly, my voice dangerously calm.

She nods slowly. “Yeah. I was still in the stall when she finished washing her hands. She said, ‘I’m going to join my grumpy husband,’ and then left.” She frowns, realization dawning. “I heard the door close.”

But she never came back.

Fuck!

My stomach drops.

My fucking wife is missing!

Before our goddamn wedding.

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HARPER

Ihide in the bridal suite closet, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

I may still be tipsy from all the booze last night.

And cock drunk.

Definitely cock drunk over Ford.

I hear footsteps in the bridal suite.

"Harper, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing," Allie mutters from outside the closet.

"I don’t know what you mean," I whisper, barely holding in my giggles.

“So you are in there,” Allie groans. "You can’t run from the wedding, babe."

I snort."I’mnotrunning. I’m just… hiding for a little bit."

"From Ford?"

“Of course. But don’t tell him where I am.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

I close my eyes, imagining Ford searching for me.

He’s probably pacing, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Clenching his jaw. Breathing hard and fast fromanger.Looking for me like a feral wolf about to tear through the B&B.

And that thought makes me feel powerful.

I know what’s going to happen when he finds me.

I don’t care how fucking sore I am. I don’t care if I’m still wrecked from last night.

He’s going to punish me, and I’ll love every second of it.

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