“Wife.” What the hell did he mean by that? The Ryan she knew didn’t do ‘commitment’. She couldn’t have agreed to be his wife last night, surely. Tally didn’t want to let him know she didn’t remember last night.
Until she remembered, she would keep that little titbit to herself. She wished she hadn’t drunk so much last night, so it wasn’t a blur.
After figuring out it was him in bed with her, she had been thrown one curveball after another. First the amazing s*x, which had put her back to sleep, and then the comment about being his wife. She needed to get away from him so she could think and then hopefully remember.
Scrambling out of the bed so he didn’t come back and find her there, Tally found a robe in the wardrobe, throwing it around herself as she moved to join him in the bathroom.
