Page 119 of Accidental Husband
Griffin: Hangovers?
The chat is quiet for a moment. She means something else. Something besides the throbbing skull and churning stomach that come with excess drinking.
But she sticks with her story.
Jules: Yeah. I don't usually drink this much.
Griffin: I'll drop off the meds.
Jules: No, I think I need to sleep a little more. I'll text you when I'm up.
Griffin: If you changed your mind, we can talk.
Jules: I can't think, much less talk. Later, okay?
Griffin: Okay.
I dress in jeans a t-shirt, check my other texts, then go in search of my second best friend.
I like Wes, I do, but I really hope I don't have to promote him to best friend.
If I lose Jules over this—
That's a fate worse than anything.
* * *
I findWes at the pool.
He's hanging with his girl, staring into her eyes like she's the center of the universe.
Maybe she is.
A few days ago, I didn't believe Wes was capable of falling in love.
Last night, something changed.
A lot changed.
My friend looks at me like I'm crazy—I am wearing jeans in hundred degree weather—then he spots the ring on my left hand and the fresh ink on my forearm.
His look shifts from the funyou're crazytoyou might actually be insane.
He bids his girl goodbye, climbs onto the concrete, leads me to the hotel.
People shoot us weird looks as we cross the casino to the elevators—he's only wearing his swimsuit—but I don't mind.
There are only a few people whose opinions matter to me.
My clients'.
My friends'.
And Jules's.
Judgmental strangers can go fuck themselves.
And all the near strangers liking my nuptials on social media—they can put their thumbs somewhere else.
