Page 6 of Accidental Husband

Griffin: How about Vegas?

Jules: How about it?

Griffin: We should go.

Jules: Isn't Wes going?

Griffin: Yeah. He's taking his virgin. We can carpool.

My teeth sink into my lip. Usually, I love hearing the Inked Hearts gossip. It fills in the, um, gaps in my sex life. But that's a whole other conversation.

Jules: Wes is annoying.

Griffin: Exactly. He makes me look like a charmer.

My lips curl into a smile. I can't help it. Griff always knows exactly what to say. He just gets me.

Jules: Why hasn't he done it yet?

Griffin: You know how it is. You have to savor these things.

Jules: Do you?

Griffin: Fuck yeah.

Jules: TOO MUCH INFORMATION.

Griffin: I'm just getting started.

Jules: Please don't tell me how many women you've deflowered.

Griffin: Were you Jackson's first or not?

Jules: He was mine too. That doesn't count. And what about "too much information" makes you think I want to discuss this?

Griffin: When has that ever stopped me?

Jules: You're right. Your complete lack of manners is disgusting.

Griffin: Yet you're here.

Jules: You really want to go to Vegas with Wes and his fuck buddy?

Griffin: Dean and Chloe invited themselves too.

Jules: Oh.

Griffin: I'll tell them to get lost.

He should. We should get in my car and drive to Vegas right now. We can drink too much, cough as we attempt to smoke, lose a ton of money gambling.

Or I can stay home with my Kindle and a dozen pints of matcha ice cream and hide from the entire world.

A night at home with a strong cup of tea and a great book is as close to fairy-tale magic as it gets.

Jules: I'll consider it.

Griffin: Pretty sure they're doing it with or without us.