I’m sitting on the couch in the hotel suite, staring at the wedding ring Nikki left behind.
I should’ve known she’d run. She didn’t seem all that into me when she woke up this morning. Actually, she seemed frightened of me and what we’d done.
I guess I shouldn’t expect her to be on board with being married to a stranger. The fact that I’m cool with it is probably because I was raised by a woman who believes in signs. Or maybe it’s that the fighting doesn’t thrill me like it once did. I feel like I’m coming up on the time to conquer something else in my life. Maybe that’s marriage.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see my mom’s name across the top.
I sigh. Might as well get this over with. “Hey, Mom.”
“Is it true?” My mom has that tone that says she wants all the juic
