Colton West couldnβt remember the last time he had gotten
blackout drunk. Maybe college? Maybe. It was hard to say if in those scenarios
he had passed out because of the alcohol or because they were still awake at
five in the morning after some ridiculous party.
Though at none of those ridiculous parties had he married anyone.
And, judging by the messages overflowing his phone, he had gotten married last
night.
Which wouldnβt be that weird since yesterday was supposed to be his wedding day.
The weird part about it was that he had married a bridesmaid. Not the bride.
And not just any bridesmaid.
Lydia Carpenter.
There were three other bridesmaids. All of whom he was more likely to get drunk
and marry in Vegas than Lydia. Or at least, he would have thought so if asked
prior to his hasty Vegas marriage.
Actually, had he been asked prior to his hasty Vegas marriage he would have said
there was no way on earth he would ever get drunk and marry anyone spur of the
moment. He was not a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy. Colton was a planner.
Colton had never set one foot out of line.
After his older brother had taken off and completely abandoned the family, it
had been up to Colton to establish himself as the likely heir to his fatherβs
business. It had been up to him to be the son his father needed. And he had
taken that duty very seriously.
Hell, the wedding yesterday was a prime example of that.
The wedding that had originally been scheduled, not the wedding that had
ultimately taken place.
This was a nightmare. Unacceptable in every way.
So take it back.
It was the only thing to do. Unlike his brother, who had run when he didnβt want
to deal with his life, and unlike his father, who had buried his mistakes,
Colton would meet his head-on.
He looked up from his phone at his scowlingβhe wincedβ
βWell, I can honestly say this is the last situation I ever expected to find
myself in,β he said.
βNo way,β she said. βYou do not get to look this annoyed about the situation.
This is your fault.β
βHow is this my fault?β
βGranted my memory is questionable, but if I remember right, we were drinking in
Aceβs. Then you were the one who suggested we go somewhere. You were the one who
said you had the time off and wanted an escape. You are the one that facilitated
the car to take us to the airport and said we needed to get a nonstop flight to
somewhere that would be fun. And lo, we boarded a plane to Vegas.β
βAt no point did you say no,β he said, wishing he could remember the events a
little bit clearer. Maybe she had been hesitant. Maybe she had said no and heβd
talked her into it.
But he was going to bluff his way straight through, dammit.
She folded her arms across her chest, crinkling the ridiculous lavender fabric
of the bridesmaid dress she was wearing. One of Natalieβs choices. And honestly,
he hadnβt cared. Not about the entire spectacle that she had put together with
his mother from top to bottom. It hadnβt concerned him at all. The only thing
that mattered to him was that Natalie was an appropriate choice. Sheβd been
raised in a family like his. Highly visible in the community, with a lot of
concern given to appearances. There were expectations placed on her as the
daughter of the long-term mayor, and they matched the expectations placed on
him. Plus, he was attracted to her. He liked her. A lot.
Heβd liked her more before the wedding plans had started to get really intense.
But, ultimately he had been confident in her as his choice of bride. So, the
wedding had seemed like an incidental detail to him. Something that would have
to take place to appease his mother, Natalieβs family and the populace of Copper
Ridge, before he could get on with his life.
He hadnβt paid attention to things like bridesmaid dresses. And now he wondered
if he hadnβt paid enough attention to Natalie, either. Well, obviously, since
she had left him standing there at the altar without anything other than a quick
apology text.
One line, obliterating a relationship that he had spent two years building. A
relationship that was supposed to shore up the foundation of his life. And sheβd
just knocked it all down.
I canβt do this.
That was all sheβd said. And he didnβt even get the message until later, after
the ceremony that wasnβt. When he was already at Aceβs ordering the kind of hard
liquor he never, ever drank in a public space. And definitely not to excess.
Then Lydia had shown up.
Fast-forward a little bitβthrough scenes he couldnβt even rememberβand here they
were.
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