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I jump to my feet and this time when I cup her face, I crash my mouth to hers and she doesn't push away.
"And you getonechance! One," she says firmly in between kissing me.
"That's all I need, baby."
Chapter Twenty-One
Delilah
"Mornin', sweetheart." Mom smiles when I walk into our room.
After agreeing to Wilder's thirty day marriage condition, I left to shower and change before going for breakfast and finding a gallon of coffee. It's going to be a rough day because I only slept for a few hours.
But now I have to tell my mom the news before we meet up with everyone else.
"Hey, Mom. How'd you sleep?" I ask, rummaging through my suitcase for clean clothes.
"Great. You? I was a bit surprised to wake up and see you weren't here."
I wince, slowly turning around to face her. "Yeah, I slept in Wilder's room."
She lifts a carefree shoulder. "I figured as much. Y'all have fun?"
"Uh...yeah. Guess you could say that." I bite the inside of my cheek, contemplating how to tell her. I need to just rip off the BandAid and get it over with before she sees the rock on my finger. "I have to tell you somethin' though."
I spin around to face her and she's already watching me.
"What is it?"
"Um, well...Wilder and I dranka lotlast night and kinda did somethin' stupid."
"Did he get arrested again?"
"No, thank God." I blow out a breath and brace for her reaction.
“Matchin’ tattoos?” she guesses and when I shake my head, she continues, “Did you get somethin’pierced…” She points to my chest, and I snort.
"We...got hitched."
She tilts her head and crosses her arms, blinking a few times. "Uh…whaddya mean?"
Stepping closer, I hold out my left hand and show her the ring. "We went to one of those little chapels and got married."
"Delilah Fanning!" she scolds, then yanks my hand to take a better look. "Or is itHollisnow?"
"Mom!" I burst out laughing at her devious smile. "I blame those Long Island Iced Teas."
"Well..." She drops my hand. "They do taste good."
Grinning, I nod. "A bittoogood."
"Is Wilder freakin' out?”
"Strangely, no. When I suggested we get an annulment, he begged me to give him thirty days to prove we can make this work. I'm a little skeptical, but I agreed to give him a chance."
"Good, I'm glad."
"You are?"
