“What is it?” Liam asked.
“The fuck’s the emergency?” Levi asked.
“I know where Sam is,” I said.
“Where” Logan asked. “She’s with her parents,” I said.
A hush fell over all of us as Levi’s face grew red.
“She’s fucking what?” he asked.
“This is bad,” Logan said.
“Where are you with those divorce papers?” I asked.
“I’m working on it, but I’m having to jump over some hurdles. I’m trying to make it so that Samantha doesn’t have to touch a thing, but I’m still trying to figure out which one of us she married,” Liam said.
“Wait. How do you know Sam’s at her parents?” Logan asked.
“Lauren called.”
“So she’s talking to Lauren,” Levi said.
“Enough to tell her she’s backing out of the wedding,” I said.
“The fuck?” Levi asked. “She backed out of the damn wedding? It’s three weeks out!”
“No shit,” I said.
“When did all this happen?” Logan asked.
“Twenty minutes ago,” I said.
“Sam wouldn't back out of Lauren’s wedding. Lauren must’ve misheard something,” Logan said. “Those two have been tight for fucking years. Sam isn’t like that.”
“Sam isn’t a lot of things, but a lot has changed over the past little bit,” I said. “We need to get those divorce papers to her. I promised Lauren Sam would be at her wedding as her maid-of-honor, and I know that’s the only way.”
“Once I get the paperwork from Vegas saying who her husband is, I can mail them out to her,” Liam said.
“We have to get her away from her parents,” Logan said. “They’re toxic.”
“The priority here is Lauren’s wedding,” I said.
“No, the priority is Sam’s happiness,” Logan said. “She’s distraught. She feels like she’s out of options. That’s the only way she’d ever imagine going and staying with her parents for any amount of time.”
“And the more time she spends with her parents, the more she loses herself,” Levi said.
“Liam, is there any way our lawyer could get in on this somehow? You know, speed up the process?” Logan asked.
“Divorce is a specialized area, but I can ask him and see if he knows someone,” Liam said.
“Just explain the situation and tell him that he—or whoever he recommends us to—will be paid handsomely to get us those divorce papers for Sam without her having to lift a finger,” I said.
“On it,” Liam said.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do until then?” Levi asked.
I panned my gaze over to him and saw the defeated look in his eye. He was thinking what we all were. He was worried for Sam. He missed her. I could see it in his eyes.