A Beautiful Wedding(11)
What the fuck am I doing?
I stood at the register, watching the receipt being printed out for the dress, shoes, hairpin, and jewelry, trying not to hyperventilate.
The redhead behind the counter tore off the receipt and handed it to me with a smile. “It’s a gorgeous dress. Nice choice.”
“Thank you,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I smiled back or not. Suddenly dazed, I walked away, holding the bag against my chest.
After a quick stop into the jewelry store for a black titanium wedding ring for Travis, I glanced at my phone and then tossed it back into my purse. I was making good time.
When I walked into the casino, my purse began to vibrate. I placed the bag between my legs and reached for it. After two rings, my searching fingers grew desperate, clawing and shoving everything to the side to get to the phone in time.
“Hello?” I screeched. “Trent?”
“Abby? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathed as I sat on the floor against the side of the closest slot machine. “We’re fine. How are you?”
“I’ve been sitting with Cami. She’s pretty upset about the fire. She lost some of her regulars.”
“Oh, God, Trent. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe it. It doesn’t seem real,” I said, my throat feeling tight. “There were so many. Their parents probably don’t even know, yet.” I held my hand to my face.
“Yeah.” He sighed, sounding tired. “It’s like a war zone down there. What’s that noise? Are you in an arcade?” He sounded disgusted, as if he already knew the answer, and he couldn’t believe we were that insensitive. “What?” I said. “God, no. We . . . we hopped on a flight to Vegas.”
“What?” he said, incensed. Or maybe just confused, I couldn’t be sure. He was excitable.
I cringed at the disapproval in his voice, knowing it was just the beginning. I had an objective. I had to set my feelings aside as best I could until I achieved what I came for. “Just listen. It’s important. I don’t have a lot of time, and I need your help.”
“Okay. With what?”
“Don’t talk. Just listen. Promise?”
“Abby, stop playin’. Just fucking tell me.”
“There were a lot of people at the fight last night. A lot of people died. Someone has got to go to prison for it.”
“You thinkin’ it’s gonna be Travis?”
“Him and Adam, yeah. Maybe John Savage, and anyone else they think coordinated it. Thank God Shepley wasn’t in town.”
“What do we do?”
“I asked Travis to marry me.”
“Uh . . . okay. How the hell is that going to help him?”
“We’re in Vegas. Maybe if we can prove we were off getting married a few hours later, even if a few dozen drunken frat boys testify that he was at the fight, it will sound just crazy enough to create reasonable doubt.”
“Abby.” He sighed.
A sob caught in my throat. “Don’t say it. If you don’t think it’ll work, just don’t tell me, okay? It was all I could think of, and if he finds out why I’m doing this, he won’t do it.”
“Of course he won’t. Abby, I know you’re afraid, but this is crazy. You can’t marry him to keep him out of trouble. This won’t work, anyway. You didn’t leave until after the fight. ”
“I said not to say that.”
“I’m sorry. He wouldn’t want you to do this, either. He would want you to marry him because you want to. If he ever found out, it’d break his heart.”
“Don’t be sorry, Trent. It’s going to work. At least it will give him a chance. It’s a chance, right? Better odds than he had.”
“I guess,” he said, sounding defeated.
I sighed and then nodded, covering my mouth with my free hand. Tears blurred my vision, making a kaleidoscope out of the casino floor. A chance was better than nothing.
“Congratulations,” he said.
“Congrats!” Cami said in the background. Her voice sounded tired and hoarse, even though I was sure she was sincere.
“Thank you. Keep me updated. Let me know if they come sniffing around the house, or if you hear anything about an investigation.”
“Will do . . . and it’s really fucking weird that our baby brother is the first to get married.”
I laughed once. “Get over it.”
“Fuck off. And, I love ya.”
“Love you, too, Trent.”
I held the phone in my lap with both hands, watching the people walking by stare at me. They were obviously wondering why I was sitting on the floor, but not enough to ask. I stood up, picked up my purse and bag, and inhaled a deep breath.