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“Do you have a second to talk?” I whispered.
“Is this about a girl?” she asked excitedly.
I’d been speaking to Alex about my girl problems almost since the time we’d met over the phone. Why should now be any different?
“I met a girl here in Vegas,” I started. “Actually, she’s the maid of honor.”
“I can already tell by the tone in your voice you like her. What’s the problem?”
“Problem?” I laughed, humorlessly. “Yeah, I like her. Too much. Last night we were drunk, and I think I did something stupid.”
More like I knew I did something incredibly stupid.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
Walking over to the door, I listened to see if I could hear anything from the other side. When all was silent, I blew out a breath. “We got married.”