“It pains me that I've been chasing a ghost for the past years. And now I have to marry some girl named Delia. " I say and then go on. "The pilot told me we were making out in the chopper,” I added, voice low. “Said there were stains, blood on the seat. The staff at the hotel had to burn the sheets. I woke up alone the next morning. With a ring, no name, and no trace of her.”
Zane winced and leaned back in his chair. “Still can’t believe you went through with it.”
“I was drugged,” I snapped, rubbing my temple. “Your idea of a bachelor send-off nearly got me married to a stripper.”
Zane laughed. “That’s slander. She wasn’t a stripper.”
“Right. And I wasn’t blackout drunk, bleeding, and legally married to a woman I couldn’t describe to a police sketch artist. Your fault, you spiked our d
