...“You can’t file for divorce for at least six weeks. We’re in Vegas. It’s the law.” Nick shut his eyes again, the migraine spreading its claws to torture him at the sides of his head, adding pain and irritation. “Fuck!” he swore loudly. “Look at the bright side,” Jared hinted. Nick sworn that if his friend said anything dumb, he was going to smack him. “Monica is in Monaco and I’m sure that Anna will make it pretty easy for you. I’m actually certain that she shares your distress.” “Anna?” “Your wife. She’s one of Holly’s friends.” His breath was cut short. A friend of Holly’s? Sure, he was grateful that his wife by mistake was one of the real bride’s friends. If it was an unknown woman, he’d have to track her down somehow and it wouldn’t be easy. Holly, however, was not the most stable and rational person he knew. And according to the old saying ‘show me your friend to tell you who you are’ he didn’t have any high hopes that his wife was normal and not brain damaged... *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*
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