Page 169 of Only With Me

“Oh my God!” I screech.

Delilah signs through the phone. “Yeah.”

“Wait, wait, wait…” Waylon shakes his head. “Y’all gothitched?”

“Yep…say hello to your new sister-in-law.”

I burst out laughing at Waylon’s shell-shocked face.

“How the fuck did this happen, Delilah? You were supposed to make sure he doesn’t go out and do stupid shit like this!”

“Because he got me drunk too! Who knew Long Island drinks were that strong? Not to mention the tequila shots at the strip club.”

I snort.Of course they went there.

“Motherfucker.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly not amused with either of them. “Didn’t realize I needed a babysitter for his babysitter.”

“It could be worse, babe…” I tell him. “He coulda married a complete stranger.”

He glares. “That doesn’t make things better.”

“I should be the one mad here. My sister got married before me and they weren’t even datin’!”

“My twin brother married my ex,” Waylon counters.

“Okay, so we’re mad equally.” I cackle. “But not really because this is funny. Mom’s gonna pop a blood vessel when she finds out.”

“Yeah, please don’t tell her. At least not until I can find myhusbandso I can get this annulled.”

“Lemme see if I can find his location…” Waylon goes to his app and clicks on Wilder’s name. “It says he’s in the hotel.”

I look at the screen to see if we can find which floor.

“It looks like he’s on the roof,” I say. “That can’t be right.”

Waylon’s face turns ghost white as he checks for himself. “We gotta go. Call hotel security now,” he tells Delilah.

Waylon grabs his jeans, yanks them on, and then pulls on a shirt. I quickly follow suit and then slide on my boots.

“What the hell is goin’ on?” Delilah panics. “The roof access is all blocked off.”

“I dunno but it’s possible he’s passed out somewhere. Or worse, he relapsed and hurt himself.”

My heart pounds with the fear that he could be right. It’s not uncommon for people who struggle with depression and substance abuse.

Waylon grabs the room key, and I quickly pick up the phone so he doesn’t forget it. “Delilah, we’ll call you back,” I tell her, then hang up.

Waylon grabs my hand and we rush toward the door.

As soon as he opens it, we find Wilder lying on the floor.

“What the fuck? Wilder!” Waylon shakes him.

Wilder opens his eyes, and smiles when he notices his brother.

“Hey…finally.”

“What the hell are you doin’ out here?”