Page 4 of Just Married
“What the fuck did you do last night?” I ask myreflection.
Chapter Two
Peyton
Jillian and Tammyare sitting side by side at pedicure stations when I finally make it to the spa. Even though I took the massive diamond off of my finger, it still feels like a weight on my hand. After spending several long minutes freaking out, I pulled myself together, took off the ring and hid it in the bottom of my purse, and decided to forget all about it untillater.
Muchlater.
Like eighty years from now. Or at the very least after Jillian and Theo’s wedding. Oh, God, what would I even say if someone found out? I’ll be a laughing stock or worse, the pathetic loser who can only manage to snag a man if they are both hammered and inVegas.
“Where on Earth were you,Pey?”
“I can tell you where she wasn’t,” Tammy says with a knowingsmirk.
I sit heavily in the seat next to Jillian and plop my feet into the water, sloshing it over the edge of the foot bath and onto the technician who glares atme.
“Sorry,” Imumble.
“So… exactly where were you last night?” Both Jillian and Tammy look at meexpectantly.
Shit.
I rub my temples and try to come up with a reason why I didn’t stay in our room last night. I could lie and say I gambled all night… but they both know that my job at the library doesn’t pay enough for me to be overly frivolous. Maybe I could tell them I ran into an old friend and stayed up late chatting? No, they know all of my friends, not that I havemany.
Doubleshit.
I take a deep breath and decide that I’ll tell them a partial truth. “I… uh… met someone lastnight.”
Jillian’s jaw drops in shock. Tammy smiles widely, knowingly. Oh no, what if she knows who it was and what if she knows about thering?
“You had a one-night stand?!” Jill shrieks. Heads turn, and everyone in the spa is staring at our little group, including Cece andJen.
Fuck aduck.
“Shhh… keep it down,” Ihiss.
“Who was it with?” Jill asks. “Wait, let me guess, it was that sexy bartender, wasn’tit?”
“What,no!”
Tammy’s cheeks flush pink, and she turns her head, suddenly finding her feetveryinteresting. Grabbing at the opportunity to turn the tables, desperate to avoid discussing my epic mistake of a night—or what little I can remember of it—I ask, “What didyoudo last night,Tam?”
“Spill,” Jilliandemands.
Tammy rolls her eyes. “I had a one-night standtoo.”
“Yousluts!”
“Jill, I swear to God, if you don’t lower your voice I’m going to murder you.” I look around the room and groan when I see Cece typing away on her phone. Probably texting everyone she knows the juicy tidbits of the conversation she’soverhearing.
“I want details,” shedemands.
“I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that Pey wasn’t with Brad, thebartender.”
Thank goodness I didn’t lie and say I spent the night with him last night. That would have been a disaster. Luckily, Jill manages to grill Tammy up until our pedicures are done and we are all taken to separate rooms for our massages, so I was able to dodge a bullet on answering more questions about mynight.
The massage is beyond amazing and by the time I’m back up in my room, my body is a limp noodle even though my mind is a tense, jumbledmess.