Page 49 of Out of Bounds
I click into the message and I could kick myself over and over again when I see my message to him.
Not only did I send him a copy of the picture of Bree and I but I said:
Just married to the girl of my dreams.
But it gets worsethan that. the little notification above sayssent to all. As in I didn’t just send that message to my grandfather. I sent the message to everyone in my contact list I know.
When I flick out of the message from Grandfather, a myriad of messages from everyone awaits me.Everyone.
“What else happened?” Bree asks. “You look pale.”
“Oh God.”
“Tell me.”
“I… took a copy of the picture and sent a message to everyone I know.”
She gasps and now she’s pale again. “You did what?”
“Check your phone, maybe you should check your phone.”
She grabs her phone and when her eyes go wider than they already were I don’t have to ask what happened.
Frantically she starts looking through her phone and the rapid breathing comes back.
“I did the same thing. What the hell. Oh my God. Everyone knows. My family. My God my damn family. Ethan we have to fix this. We have to go back to the church or whatever. I don’t know and fix this.”
“Yes. Of course.” I say that but in the back of my mind something stalls because I did what I thought I was never going to do.
“Maybe if we can remember where we got married we can go back there and tell them we were drunk and made a mistake, so they can fix it. This is Vegas people must do this craziness all the time right?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“It could be done within the hour, and we could go home and laugh about it and tell everyone we were screwing with them.”
She’s flipping out. I can see it. The quiver in her voice suggests she’s about to break. I might make her break faster because even though this is Vegas, you can’t get a marriage annulled within an hour.
“Bree. It’s not exactly as simple as that. It won’t happen that quickly.”
“Well, how long do you think it might take?”
Last I heard it might be a week and that’s if you can get through all the paperwork on time, but I won’t tell her that.
An idea forms in my mind as I stare at her and see how much she’s freaking out.
“It’s going to take a while, Bree. What if I get all the paperwork and take care of everything as best as I can while I put you on a flight home.”
“Home,” she mumbles.
“Yeah. You go home and get some rest and I’ll catch up with you later, or more likely tomorrow. The flight’s going to take a while and I don’t know what I’m going to have to do here.” I should also probably check in with the guys. That’s all I’m doing though. This situation with Bree might be crazy but there’s no way I’m staying in that suite tonight with them and God knows how many strippers doing God knows what. I am officially bowing out of this bachelor weekend.
“Do you want to do that?” I ask.
“Yes, are you sure?”
“Yes.” It’s best if I’m not around her. I have to think.
It would be simple to tell everyone it was a prank if my grandfather wasn’t included in the mix.
