Page 114 of Double or Nothing

It’s been a year since Sutton came back to Vegas, started his residency, and we eloped.

Our lives have never been by the book, and we sure as hell never took the easy road. Still, every day I wake up happy, fulfilled.

Life is exactly as it’s supposed to be.

He sings the chord to the song, the one he wrote for us. Well, he writes all of them for us. He says that’s why he’s as successful as he is. His music is real. The emotion behind each song strong and unwavering. Just like us.

I press my hand to my stomach, the baby growing inside nothing more than a peanut—a peanut the man on the stage knows nothing about. We never talked about children. I suppose I had always assumed he never wanted any with how he grew up. And me? Well, I never really cared about anything except him.

“He’s pretty good,” Callum says as he joins me stage right.

“He’s better than good,” I reply, the dreamy sound in my voice emerging like it always does when I speak of him.

“Lovesick fool,” Callum chides with a laugh.

“You’ll get there one day,” I tell him, earning another laugh.

“No way, not me.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Any plans for your anniversary?”

One year ago, the day we eloped, the day we said, “I do.”

“Nah.” I shrug my shoulders. “I think we’re just going to go home when the show’s over.”

“You don’t seriously expect me to believe that, do you?” Callum asks. “After everything you guys have been through, don’t you want to celebrate?”

“I’m sure we’ll celebrate… if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, thanks to the photos, I’m pretty sure everyone knows what you mean.”

I smile to myself, thinking of just how I ended up pregnant. Though pinpointing when of the many times would be nearly impossible—the elevator, the restaurant bathroom, my office.

So much time to make up for, Sutton keeps reminding me.

“You okay? You’ve been holding your stomach all night.”

I curse how observant Callum is.

“Just nerves.” I’m not much of a liar, but there is no way in hell I’m telling Callum what’s going on before I have the chance to tell Sutton. “I don’t know what it is, but I still get them every time he goes on stage.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, of course. Don’t you have some clients to tend to?” Like the several I gave him to lighten my load once Sutton returned.

Before Sutton came back, I drowned myself in my career, needing something to keep me focused, happy. Now I have everything I could ever want, and it’s all on this stage right now. Still, I adore my clients—most of them—and didn’t want them to suffer because I wanted to spend my time with my new husband. So, I gave them to Callum, who was all too happy to take them. Even Mr. Hale, not that it should surprise me. They’re like two peas in a pod the way they run through women.

“I do. Oswalt is in town. He has me working on preparations for his daughter’s twenty-first birthday. Huge bash.”

“Huge pain in the ass.”

“That, too, but it comes with a hefty bonus.” His shoulder bumps into mine. “Some of us still need those, you know.”

I can’t help but laugh. Money was never my objective, not like it’s his. I did this for the escape. I think he does, too. I just wish I knew what he was hiding from.

“It’s good to see you happy,” he tells me, sneaking a kiss on my cheek. “Happy Anniversary.”

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