"You listening to me?!" Mickey yelps, nearly blowing out my eardrum.
"Christ, Mick, what –"
"You f*****g got married?!"
I stare at the ceiling. "What?"
"There are pictures coming out of whatever bumfuck town you're in," Mickey says. "I've been able to head a few off at the pass, but some news outlets have already started publishing stuff. And God, the f*****g TikToks."
"TikToks?"
Mickey sighs. "Of you and some woman shopping? At a jewelry counter? In a mall??? For f**k's sake, Rex, you can at least get the woman a nice ring, not any of that every 'kiss begins with Kay' shit."
I sit up. "I don't..." I rub my face. "Aw, fuck."
"Yeah, stop playing dumb. There's photo evidence. People have been on high alert since your accident. Do you have amnesia or something? You do remember you're
