“I’m at your place. Where are you?”
“Not there,” she said.
“Can we talk?” I asked. “You left Vegas in such a hurry, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Honestly? I need to talk to all of you guys about what happened,” she said.
I felt myself holding my breath, waiting for her to tell me it was all a mistake. “Samantha are you okay?”
“Liam, I’m fine. Just—um—”
She wasn’t fine. My mind started swirling a thousand miles a second. I tried to recall that night as best as I could, but the only parts I could remember were the ones where my hands were on her body. When I was seated within her. When I could taste her on my tongue.
Fuck. Had something else happened that was making her pull away?
“Why don’t we all go out for something to eat?” I asked. “At that restaurant you like so much around the corner from your place?”
“Yeah. That’s good,” Samantha said. “Six o’clock?”
“We’ll all be there. You’ve got my word,” I said.
“See you then.”
Samantha hung up before I could get another word in edgewise.
I sent a message to my brothers and told them I’d tracked Samantha down. They were all worried about her, and they were glad I found out she was okay. I told them about the dinner and that it wasn’t an option. They needed to clear their schedules and be there because Samantha needed to talk.
I showed up at the restaurant and met my brothers outside. I could see the concern on their faces, but none of us said a word. We all walked in to see Samantha sitting there, as beautiful as could be in a pair of black pants and a flowing orange blouse. She turned to look at us, but she didn’t smile. Her eyes were guarded.
This wasn't good, and a knot of worry settled in my gut.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Logan said with a smile.
But she didn’t return his smile in kind.
“How was your flight back?” I asked as we all sat down.
But still, she didn’t speak.
“You okay?” Luke asked.
Her eyes panned over to him, and it was the first movement she made where I thought I saw a spark of something. She drew in a deep breath, and I was sitting on pins and needles. I didn’t want her to be weird about the night we’d all spent together. It was hot, and amazing, and everything I thought being with her would’ve been. Hell, I didn’t even mind sharing her with my brothers. And that was saying something coming from me.
“We’re all here Samantha,” I said. “What do you need to talk to us about?”
She looked at each of us in turn and it was nearly impossible to read the expression on her face. Finally, she drew a breath and began to talk.
“About that night,” she started.
“It was pretty incredible,” Levi said.
She looked at him for a moment before she continued. “Guys, something more happened that night.” “What do you mean?” Luke asked.
“Well according to the ring I woke up with and the license on the bedside table, I married one of you that night. I just don’t know which one of you it was,” she said. “I knocked over a glass of champagne and all of the ink ran. And, honestly, I don’t remember leaving the room after—” she trailed off.
The table went silent, but my head was spinning. I remembered. I knew who she’d married that night. I sighed and allowed my gaze to fall into my lap as the name tumbled around on my tongue.
“Samantha, I know—”