Page 4 of Married at Midnight
“Why would I do any of this?” Ellie asked as her temper suddenly broke free. “The most important day of my life, a day I’ve dreamed about since I was twelve.” Her pitch rose with every word. “And I married him, of all people, in a themed chapel in Vegas with Elvis as my bridesmaid?” She threw the pictures of their wedding on the breakfast tray.
“Why are you the one who’s pissed?” Connor objected as Ellie headed past him through the door.
All four of the older men looked stricken. “We didn’t mean to upset either of you,” Red Elvis said as Connor rushed past him.
“I told you we should have waited,” Blue Elvis muttered. “Hangovers tend to make people less rational.”
Ellie kept moving down the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Connor asked, following her to the elevators in his bare feet. He reached for her arm, then stopped himself.
She punched the “Call” button before turning to face him. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’ve got to figure this out. Why would I marry you? Why would you marry me?”
This time he didn’t hold back. He reached for her, gently placing his hand on her wrist. “We need to figure this out. Together.”
The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside. “You and I have caused each other enough pain already. What we need to figure out is how to get divorced in Vegas as quickly as we got married.” The doors shut, leaving Connor to stare at his reflection in the shiny metal.
Get divorced?He hadn’t even come to terms with the fact they were married, and she was talking about divorce? He shook his head at the odd thought. Of course she wanted to be rid of him every bit as much as he wanted to be rid of her. He did want to be rid of her, right?
Connor made his way back to Ellie’s room. As soon as he pulled on his socks and shoes, he’d go after her. In the past, Ellie would have returned to the place where they’d started down this path. The woman he’d confronted this morning would no doubt do the same, searching for a reason or a memory that might help her understand why they’d married.
