“I don’t want to take photos of your breasts with your camera.” He snapped several shots as he moved around her. “That’s for my phone. And my eyes only.”
He took several more shots before she leaned back against the pillows. “Get your phone. If you’re going to photograph my breasts, do it now before I shower.”
He slid off the bed and dug around in his suit jacket, then pulled out his phone. “Oh, shit. My phone has blown up in the last twelve hours.”
“Why?”
He stood and scanned the screen. “Gram.”
Libby sat up, her breath catching with worry. “What about Gram?”
“She tweeted a photo of us at the chapel.”
It took Libby a moment to put it together. “Megan and Blair saw it.”
“Yeah.” His voice was tight.
“Why do you sound so upset?”
He sighed and put the phone on the nightstand. “You need to call them.”
Anger simmered in her chest. “Why are they upset? Because they weren’t invited?”
He sat on the bed and picked up his phone again, opening his Twitter app. “You need to see the tweet, Lib.” He handed her the phone and she looked at the photo on his screen.
It showed the two of them in their wedding attire with Tito in his costume behind them—diaper, wings, and harp.
Oh shit.
“They’re pissed at me, and they’re worried about you.”
“Why?”
“Look at it, Libby.” He held the phone up in front of her. “They think we got drunk and I took advantage of you.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ve been like the poster boy for anti-marriage.”
“Well, maybe they think you only married me because of the curse.”
“Why would they be angry with you?”
He shook his head and took several steps toward the bathroom before turning around to look at her. “Because no matter what I do, I will always be the sleazy bastard.”
Libby stood. “Noah.”
Some dark emotion covered his face. “I’m going to take a shower.” He went into the bathroom and shut the door. The water turned on seconds later.
Her temper raging, Libby grabbed his phone and scanned his messages. Megan and Blair had both sent him texts accusing him of taking advantage of her. They clearly did not take her marriage seriously.
Undecided on who to call first, she settled on Blair, who answered on the first ring. “You have some explaining to do, McMillan.”
“He doesn’t owe you a damn thing.”
“Libby,” Blair said, sounding surprised. “Why are you calling from Noah’s phone?”
“Because I left mine at home. Remember?”
“Gram was supposed to bring it to you.”
Well, shit. It was probably in her purse, although it was undoubtedly dead. “Look, it doesn’t matter which phone I’m using. What matters is you’re harassing my husband.”
“Libby, listen. I think we can get it annulled.”
“Why would I want to get it annulled?”
“You’re obviously not thinking clearly. I saw the photo of your wedding. Did you get married in a circus? How drunk were you?”
“I wasn’t drunk at all, not by the time we got to the chapel anyway.”
“So you’re admitting there was alcohol involved? That’s good. We can use that as evidence.”
Libby groaned. “Blair, what do you want?”
“I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I was fine until Noah found the texts from you and Megan.”
“What did you expect us to do? You wouldn’t answer your phone.”
“Here’s an idea—how about you try congratulating me?”
Blair was silent for a few moments. “Libby, I know you’re confused right now. I know you believed in the curse, so I’m sure you jumped at the chance to make it come true. Especially with the bad influences around you.”
“You mean Noah.”
She remained silent.
“Okay,” Libby said, her voice tight. “So let me get this straight. You think I was so desperate to make the curse come true, I would have married anyone who came along.”
“You were going to marry Mitch.”
“Only because I expected my soul mate to show up.”
“Like that sounds any better? Are you listening to yourself? You didn’t even know who it was. So then you married Noah.”
“I love Noah.”
“You love Noah,” she repeated in a monotone. “Since when? You two are friends, like two rule-breaking kids who’ve found a co-conspirator in each other. You never once said you thought Noah was your soul mate. When did you figure this out? Last night when you were drinking? Everything’s so much clearer when you’re drunk.”
“I thought you were my friend, Blair.”
“Believe it or not, I am.”
“No, you just want to lord it over me.”
“What does that mean?”
“You and Megan love that I’m the irresponsible, head-in-the-clouds, screw-up friend. That way you both can feel superior to me.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?’
“Libby.” She sounded irritated. “You have a pattern, and if you would just hop off the Libby whirlwind express for a moment and take a breath, you would see it too. You never handle a breakup well and you always make some stupid decisions you regret later. That is exactly what you’re doing now.”