I cleared my throat and continued, boldly ignoring all the body language in front of me that said I had a very angry cowboy on my hands. “Yes. A problem. The State of Nevada seems to be under the mistaken belief that you and I are actually married.” I tried to force a laugh, but it sounded more like a goose being strangled so I quit immediately. “I just need you to sign off on the papers I brought so we can fix it.”
“Papers.” He was like a parrot the way he kept repeating what I said. It was highly irritating. I tried not to let my annoyance show in my voice but it was pretty much impossible.
“Yes. Annulment papers. Or divorce papers. I brought both.” Thank God I knew attorneys in Nevada through my own networking who I could contact privately. No way could I have used the firm’s connections without alerting every single employee there that I was married to some dude out in Oregon. What a mess that would have been. No … secrecy was the only way to handle this. Bradley could not find out what I was doing out here. He’d never understand. I’d tell him after we’re married for a few years, when it wouldn’t matter anymore. Not that it mattered now...
“One set of papers wasn’t enough, you needed both?”
I squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. Here came the part where I felt like Andie the super-slut. “Just in case … you know…”
“No, I don’t,” he said very calmly. “That’s why I asked.”
My face flamed red. “If we didn’t consummate the marriage, well, we can just annul it. But if we did, then, a divorce is just quicker.”
He just stared at me, his own face going red too. Only his high color probably wasn’t the result of being embarrassed, judging by the way he kept tensing his jaw while glaring at me.
“I’m not going to sign,” he finally said, before turning to leave.
“What do you mean, you’re not going to sign?” I wasn’t sure I was completely understanding or even hearing properly. Maybe all that sun exposure had given me a stroke.
“I don’t believe in divorce,” he said. He walked out of the room and the house without another word, slamming the front door so hard behind him it made the curtains shake and some glass things tink together in a china cabinet.
I stood to run after him, but quickly fell sideways onto the couch when my feet got tangled in themselves and threatened to take me down onto the coffee table. My hip hit the cushions, sending a whoosh of air up into my face. I blinked a few times getting my wits back before sitting up.
“What. The. Hell.” I said out into the room. I was at a complete loss as to what I should do now. Run after him? Nope, legs were not cooperating. Yell at him? Nope, he was already too far away to hear anything. Wait for him to come back? Not sure that I had any other choice.
I leaned back into the cushions and stared out into nothingness, my mind swirling around with the implications arising from this unexpected circumstance. Never in my wildest of imaginings had I pictured him saying no to signing the papers. The worst thing I’d come up with was another woman in the mix, and while it had been uncomfortable to think about, it wasn’t as awful as this. At least a jealous girlfriend or even a second wife would have provided some kind of motivation for him to execute the papers.
Dammit! What am I supposed to do now? I looked around the room, my mind zooming all over and not making much sense. But then my eye landed on a group of photographs and my brain zeroed in on one of the faces I saw there. I slid off the couch and crawled on hands and knees over to the table that showed off the family’s loved ones in frames, not trusting my feet to get me there without tipping over.
I reached up and took down the one I’d seen from across the room. I smiled when I saw the faces there and the postures held by the people in the photo that told me this was something I could use to my advantage. “Bam. I gotcha now, cowboy.”
I put the framed photo back and crawled back to the couch, deciding that in order to have my ducks in a row and the energy that I’d require for the upcoming fight, I’d need all my strength back. A nap was in order, and the couch was just too comfortable to pass up. I eased my aching feet up to hang just over the edge and laid down on my side. Grabbing the silly troll doll and tucking my pressed-together hands under my cheek, I told myself it would just be a cat nap. The troll’s hair tickled my chin, but I left the doll there. My only friend in a great big state full of dust, snakes, and angry cowboys. Just long enough to get the dizziness to pass and to put together my plan of attack. All of my court cases had been won with a combination of planning and skill. I could do this, no problem. I’d be out of Baker City with signed documents in less than twenty-four hours. I just had to be at the top of my game the next time I saw Mack, so I could convince him that denying me what I wanted was futile. I would get him to sign those papers if it was the last thing I did.