Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Do you remember when Conal proposed?” Bliss asks.
I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “No.”
“Oh, what a shame. You were so excited. You said you knew it was wild and impulsive, but you never felt more sure of anything in your life.”
Good to know, but even with this information, it’s still impossible to imagine how I went from meeting a famous stranger to getting married in just one night.
“You said it would be the perfect start to a new year. The security guys drove us all to the license office, then the chapel, and one of them showed up with a dress and flowers for you—amazing how fame and fortune can make things appear like magic! The next thing I knew, you and Conal were saying I do.
“I have a video of the ceremony. I can come up and show it to you after I shower. Oh, also, I have your clothes and things from our hotel. Some of the security team took me there last night so I could pick up my stuff.”
“Okay.” It’s a lot to absorb, and it’s hard to imagine it ever fully sinking in, even with video evidence.
“They put me up in a beautiful room last night, Hazel. If only I had a couple of rock stars here to enjoy it with, like you did.”
When I’m silent, she says, “So you don’t remember anything that happened after you got back to the hotel?”
“No.”
“What a pity. But I’m sure there will be many more fun times in your future. Have you seen them naked?”
“Bliss! How are you even so full of energy, anyway? Aren’t you at least hungover?”
“I suppose I should be, but I’m too excited. My best friend married Conal Freaking Curran last night!”
Blinking my eyes, I pull the phone away from my ear, because my head can’t handle her enthusiasm. Why is she more excited than I am? And what’s it going to take for this to seem like it’s actually real?
“I’ll be up soon,” Bliss is telling me, but it barely registers, because Conal Freaking Curran, my new husband, has stepped into the doorway.
“Okay,” I mumble before I click off the call.
“Everything okay?” Conal asks.
When I nod, he starts toward me, and I swallow the lump that’s suddenly formed in my throat. Conal, still shirtless, is a lot. Conal, shirtless, next to me while I’m on a bed, is almost too much to handle.
“Are you feeling any better?” He sits down by my side and takes my hand, and my brain offers up more images from last night. He held my hand while we danced. He made me feel like I was the only person in the world who mattered.
I nod again. “I think the aspirin and toast are helping.”
He strokes his thumb over the back of my hand and I feel the effects of his touch in every cell in my body. “That’s good. I didn’t realize you had so much to drink last night or I would have warned you to take it easy.”
I shrug. “It’s not my usual M.O.”
He gives me a warm smile. “It’s not every day that you graduate from college.”
I don’t remember telling him that I was celebrating my graduation last night, and even though it feels strange that he knows this about me, it also feels good. Odder still, this multi-platinum, award-winning musician sounds impressed by my small achievement.
“Since you don’t remember everything,” he says, still thrilling me with just the touch of his hand, “do you have any questions for me?”
Oh, where to start? I have so many questions. Did I tell him I’m a virgin? Am I still a virgin? Why did he propose to me, and what’s the deal with his brothers?
As I’m quickly trying to rank my questions by order of importance, two things happen at once. There’s a loud pounding from somewhere else in the suite, and one of our phones chimes with a text.
Conal lets go of my hand to reach into his back pocket, then reads a message on his screen. “Apparently, your sister has arrived—with an entourage.”
CONAL
Hazel’s pretty lips form a small circle of surprise. She’s so fucking sexy, and she has no idea. Her auburn hair tumbles around her shoulders, and her green eyes are beautiful, even clouded with the pain of a hangover.
Barely taking my eyes off her mouth, I call Jack. “Send them up.”
When I click off, I scan the rest of Hazel’s gorgeous body. “Are you ready to see them?” She looks good to me, but I know women like to make themselves up and shit.
Hazel smooths a hand over her hair and shrugs. “May as well get it over with.”
I grab a shirt and pull it over my head, then take her hand and help her off the bed. “Is your sister mad?” If one of my brothers got married right after meeting someone, I’d be pissed, but that’s because the woman would likely have ulterior motives. Ignoring the irony of the situation, I lead Hazel out toward the entryway.