Page 91 of Sin With Me
Waylon finally lets me inside to use the bathroom.
"How'd y'all know I was out here?" I ask once I've washed my hands.
"Yourwifecalled in a panic because she woke up and you were missin'," Waylon explains.
I can't help smiling at him calling her that.
"Get that dopey look off your face. She's gonna murder you."
"You don't even know if this is my fault. We were both wasted," I defend. "I just don't remember it."
"That doesn't explain why your location shows on the roof..." Waylon says, looking at his screen. "Oh wait, it moved."
Harlow glances over, tilting her head. "It's apparently flyin' over The Strip."
"Great." I blow out a frustrated breath. "Gonna need to go buy a new one before we leave."
Waylon's gaze lowers to my left hand. "I think you've got bigger problems than that right now."
My chest tightens. "Did she seem mad?"
"She's textin' me right now." Harlow's tense expression doesn't give me a good feeling. "She's waitin' for ya."
I suck in a deep breath and slowly blow it out. "Alright, tell her I'm comin'. Wish me luck."
"Good luck, brother-in-law!"
Waylon chuckles.
When I make the walk of shame to my room, Delilah's standing in front of the open door, blocking the entrance.
Her arms crossed tightly over her chest and the scowl etched on her face makes it painfully clear how pissed she is.
“Hi,hubby,” she deadpans.
"Mornin'." I grin and then cup her face to lean in for a kiss, but she jerks back before I can touch her lips.
I step into the room, letting the door close behind me.
"If you're gonna yell at me, can you do it after I've slept a few more hours?"
She shoves me before I can pass her, then waves her left hand in my face. "How the hell did this happen?"
"I was hopin' you'd tell me..." I shrug, scrubbing a hand through my bedhead. "I don't remember anythin' after we left that cowboy bar. We took those last shots and then?—"
"You asked if I trusted you and I stupidly said yes!"
"So why're you yellin' at me? For all I know, this was your idea."
She rolls her eyes, folding her arms again. "This has your name written all over it."
"Not gonna deny that but still, if we got married, you would've had to sign the license too. Are you sayin' I forced you to do that too?"
Her arms drop to her side. "No. I found that on the dresser."
Walking over, I grab it and read it over. Sure enough, two signatures.
"Oh shit, we went to the Little White Wedding Chapel.” I breathe out an amused laugh.
