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I was married.
Not just married, but the wife of one of the richest, most handsome men
in the country.
I’d taken one of Los Angeles’s most eligible bachelors off the market. I
couldn’t even wrap my head around it.
“I have to go back to work,” I said as Loranda opened the door of a
black Cadillac limo.
“We have to move you into my place.”
“Look, I fucked up a T-shirt last night and I have to do damage control.”
“Are you serious?”
He didn’t get it. Or maybe I didn’t. When I was twelve, on my way
home from school, the bus was late. I was across the street, getting a candy
bar, when I saw the bus pull in. I ran for it without looking and got hit by a
car. Blacked out for a second. When I came to, all I could think about was
making the bus and whether or not I could still eat the half-open Snickers
that was on the asphalt. Maybe this was the same. I’d been hit by a speeding
marriage and was still worrying about what I had been doing before I hit the
ground.
Except Papillion was my responsibility. Dad had said so with his last
breaths, and I didn’t need Logan reminding me that he was dead.
“I can take a cab.”
He paused, lips pressed together as if calculating the differences
between who I was and who he was. “I’ll get a cab. Loranda can take you
back.”