“Who’s Mack? Is he your husband?”
My heart lurched at the word husband. Mack is my husband. The idea gave me chills and brought gobs of fear along with it too. “Yes. He is.”
“Oh my dear Lord … this is a problem, isn’t it? Do you want me to start canceling things? Maybe we can get some of your deposits back.”
“No! No, don’t cancel anything. Just transfer me over to Bradley’s line, please. And Ruby? Please don’t say anything to anyone else. Candice is fine, but no one else can know. It’ll ruin everything at work.”
“Oh don’t worry, baby girl. Your secrets are safe with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right. Bye, Rubes. Talk to you later.”
“Please hold,” she said in her professional secretary voice, sending me over to Bradley’s line.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“BRADLEY.”
THAT ONE WORD SAID it all. Strong. Firm. Take no prisoners. He never cared who he trampled over to get what he wanted. It’s what attracted me to him eventually, that he made no apologies for who he was. He was so driven and in control. I was jealous of that for a long time until I became that. Now I knew it had been a mistake. I’d lost me somewhere along the way, right along with my two best friends and the respect of my colleague, Ruby.
Time to finish destroying my life. “Hi, it’s me, Andie.” The line went silent for so long I thought I’d lost him. “Bradley?”
“Still here. Just waiting for an explanation.”
His voice was so cold it made me ill. I’d hurt him. He was a prick sometimes, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be cheated on or lied to. “I have something to confess. Something big.”
“You’re with another guy, aren’t you? How long has it been going on?”
I sighed, trying to work up the bravery to come totally and completely clean. I saw my future crumbling into tiny fragments right in front of my eyes, my lifeplan and all the solidity and security it offered disappearing into the wind. My future was now a cloud of dust motes floating away to clog up some stranger’s nostrils…
“Andie, I’m not going to sit on this line forever. I have work to do.”
“Sorry. I’m just … never mind.” I cleared my throat. Time to do the right thing. “Do you remember when we started dating?”
“Of course. I’d been trying to get you to go out with me for months. Getting that first yes out of you was a real coup.”
I smiled sadly. “I think … I might have said yes for reasons that weren’t necessarily all the right ones.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are we going to be talking in riddles now, Andie? Because I really don’t have the time or the patience for it.”
Typical Bradley. He was doing me a favor being harsh. I just needed to get this done with. “Two years ago I went to Las Vegas with Candice and Kelly.”
“The bimbos.”
“No, Bradley, they’re not bimbos.”
“I beg to differ. Anyway, as you were saying…”
“I went to Las Vegas with my two best friends. And while I was there, something happened.”
“You broke up with Luke and got laid. It’s no big deal, Andie, people do it all the time.”
The way he said it gave me a weird feeling, like he was being defensive instead of understanding. I shoved it aside because all this garbage had to be said, and I was on a roll. “Yeah, well, it was more than that.”
“What? You fell in love with the guy? You want to get back together with him? Please, what a bunch of horse shit. You’ve been with me for two years, Andie. I’ve invested two long years of my professional and personal life with you. Do you know what two years is like in my life? They’re like dog years. Multiply them by seven and that’s how long we’ve been at this thing together. Fourteen years is too long to play games. Just tell it to me straight, because right now I don’t get what you’re trying to say.”
Dog years? Since when did our relationship get measured in dog years? “I’m trying to tell you, but you keep interrupting.” He was irritating me now, making me see some of the things Ruby saw in him, reminding me of the things that used to bother me about him before we started dating.
“I’m sorry,” he said, toning down the jerk a little. “Please continue. I’ll wait until you’re done before I comment again.”
“Thank you. As I was saying … I went out to Las Vegas. Luke broke up with me by text on the way out, as you might recall. I got really drunk and met this guy named Gavin. He’s from Oregon, and yes, we had sex. And then the next thing I remembered was waking up in the hotel room with Candice next to me and Kelly in the other room. The guy was long gone and I never saw him or heard from him again.”
“So?”
“So, when I applied for our marriage license last week, I found out that there’s a marriage license with my name on it out in Nevada.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“It means I married him. I married the stranger.”
“You said you fucked him.”
“Well, I didn’t say that exactly, but yeah, that’s the idea.”