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Marissa listened to the phone ring, still not sure exactly what she was going to say when someone answered. It wasn’t every day one had to cancel a honeymoon, especially not a free one.
She supposed that the lesson here was not to put the cart before the horse. After three years though, she’d thought it was reasonable to propose. She’d picked out a ring, made dinner reservations, she’d even hired a limo to take them to a hotel after Josie said yes.
But Josie didn’t say yes.
How long was this phone going to ring? Shouldn’t she have gone through to voicemail or something by now?
Finally, a chirpy voice answered. “Pines Peak Resort, how can I direct your call?”
“Oh. Well, I won a honeymoon package and I need to talk to—” She looked at the business card stapled to the folder full of brochures and information. “To Bryan Harker about it.”
“Oh, of course. I’ll get him for you. Just a sec!”
God, was anyone really that happy?
She wasn’t.
Even the hold music was cheerful. How annoying was that?
She was just about ready to drop her cell phone down the garbage disposal when someone finally answered.
“Marketing.”
“Bryan Harker, please?”
“Yep. Hang on.”
Oh god. She was being put on hold again.
She was going to bite something. Hard. Hopefully hard enough her cheating bitch of an ex felt it.
“This is Bryan. Can I help you?”
“Yes. Hi, Bryan. This is Marissa Martin. I won a honeymoon package at your resort. We are supposed to come next weekend.”
“Hello, Ms. Martin. Or I supposed it’s Mrs. Martin by now? Congratulations. We’re looking forward to rolling out the red carpet for you and your wife.”
Fuck. She was going to throw up. Her cheeks heated and the knot in her stomach started doing somersaults. She needed to get off the phone. “I’m uh—unfortunately I—we—” She forced herself to take a breath.
Suck it up and get it over with Mari.
“We didn’t get married. We’re not coming. It’s off. Everything is off.”
“I—What?” That was utter shock. Just complete blankness, and if it didn’t suck so hard, it would be funny as hell.
“Yeah. Sorry. Thanks for everything. Just send me a bill for…whatever you need to. It’s fine. It’s all fine.” She sounded like an idiot, which, obviously, she was.
“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about all of that but…you have to come.”
What?“Excuse me?”
“I mean…don’t you still need a vacation? We’d love to have you. There might be a few…logistical matters, but I’m sure we can work something out.”
Had this guy lost his mind?
“You heard me, right? I’m not taking a vacation with the bitch who didn’t marry me. Excuse my French.” Did she need to spell out how Josie had just flatly explained that she was in love with someone else? Mari wasn’t going away with that bitch. She didn’t intend on seeing her ever again. She was already packing her shit to go…somewhere. She’d figure that out tomorrow.