Help Me Remember (Rose Canyon, #1)(99)
“Thank you.” I like her. I don’t know why, but I do.
“What are you doing here, Blakely?” Emmett asks.
“I came to see you, darling.”
Darling? Spencer and I exchange a quick glance.
“I sent you paperwork months ago.”
She waves her hand. “I’m not here for that. I came for something else.”
“What paperwork?” Spencer asks. I’m so glad his nosiness is saving me from being rude.
Blakely shrugs. “Divorce papers.”
Oh. Oh no. I’m sorry, did she say divorce papers?
Emmett groans, running a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ.”
“You’re married?” I ask, a little louder than I should.
“Yes, Blakely Bennett is my wife. And if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak with her outside.”
Before any of us can say another word, he takes her hand and practically drags her out to the deck. She turns to us, keeping pace, and waves. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon.”
Both of us stand with our jaws hanging as the scene unfolds. Once the door closes, the murmurs around us begin. Not wanting our friend, who has a lot to explain, to be even more mortified, I wave to the DJ, who immediately starts playing something.
Another few seconds pass, and I look at my husband. “Did you know?”
“Nope.” His eyes go back to the deck. “And that motherfucker gave me shit about keeping secrets.”
I laugh. “Well, he’s married it seems.”
“Yeah, it seems so. Come dance with me.”
Hand in hand, we walk to the dance floor.
“She’s very beautiful,” I tell him.
Spencer pulls me to him, and my arms go up around his neck. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I am the luckiest girl in the world,” I correct him.
“Oh?”
I nod. “I have you. The boy I fell in love with just became the husband I’m going to grow old with.”
He kisses my lips, and I melt into him. “Who knew all you needed was memory loss to see how great I am.”
I laugh. “I knew long before that, Mr. Cross.”
“And I’ll make sure you remember it for the rest of your life, Mrs. Cross.”
That’s a promise I intend to make him keep because a life without Spencer is one I wouldn’t want to remember anyway.