“No, he didn’t drug me!” I yelled, losing control of this conversation faster than a runaway train. “I was attacked?—”
“Wait, I thought you were attacked at the hospital,” Mom cut in.
“I was. By the same people in Vegas.”
“You’re not making any sense,” she muttered.
Sighing, I rubbed my hand across my forehead. “Look, I was attacked in Vegas. Someone mistook me for someone else when I was with Rob. They knocked us out, and when we woke up, we were tied to chairs in some trafficking room.”
“I thought you said this man was in security?” Dad asked.
“He is.”
“Doesn’t sound very good.”
“Dad—”
“I’m just saying, Parker never would have gotten in that situation.”
“Oh, so now Parker’s a saint? You don’t get along with him on the best of days, but now he can do no wrong?”
“The man got you kidnapped and drugged!”
“He was drugged, too. And when we escaped… I don’t know. It was the drugs or something. We got married and drove home after he stole a car.”
“Great, so he’s a thief and disrespectful.”
“Yes, because it was really important he asked for permission to marry me when we were just trying to get out alive,” I snapped.
“Honey!” Mom cut in, stopping the chaos. “The important thing is that you’re alright. Where are you now?”
“I’m at some house in Colorado. We’re trying to figure out how to get these guys off our backs.”
“Uh-huh. And do you have his mother’s phone number?”
Frowning, I shook my head in confusion. “His mother’s phone number?”
“To plan the reception. The whole town is asking what they can get you. I need to plan things with his mother.”
Speechless. I was utterly speechless. “Mom, did you hear what I just said? Vegas wedding. It wasn’t real!”
“Maybe not, but you are married, and people will want to send gifts.”
“And we’re in Colorado trying to figure out how to escape certain death.”
“Honey, that doesn’t change the fact that when you get out of this, the whole town will want to properly meet him. We’ll need a reception, and of course, we’ll have to redo the ceremony here. Something tactful?—”
“Right. Not like when you all barged in on Liam and Bailey and forced them to get married naked.”
“And they’ll all want some kind of registry to shop from.”
“In Colorado,” I repeated, saying slowly. “There is no registry, and that’s the last thing on my mind.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I can make the registry.”
She was going through with it no matter what I said. “Nothing with lace.”
“And I’ll have to send over someone to clean up that house of yours. It’s absolutely disgusting. When was the last time you cleaned?”