“I can’t believe this happened.” I slammed my hand down on the steering wheel. We were only supposed to be in Vegas for one weekend, just for Alexa and Max’s wedding. That was it. Nothing could have gone wrong, or well, shouldn’t have gone wrong. So how in the hell was I stuck in a situation that was less than desirable?

I looked over at Greg sitting in the passenger seat next to me. He didn’t seem fidgety like I was. His hands were planted on his thighs, perfectly still. My left foot was tapping against the floorboard at what seemed like a mile a minute. All I could see out the window were brake lights for miles. Stupid Vegas Strip traffic. You know, when they say this place never sleeps, they weren’t lying. Even at eight o’clock on a Monday morning.

I should have been back in New York, but nope. I was stuck in this godforsaken desert weather for the next two days, and with Greg nonetheless. He was the last person I wanted to be with right now.

“It probably wouldn’t take so long if you weren’t so far behind this motorcycle.” I followed Greg’s hand as he pointed to the bike in front of us.

I scoffed at his comment. Of course he wouldn’t know the decent space to stay behind a motorcycle.

“You should stay at least a car and a half behind one.” My tone was becoming more agitated. I wasn’t pounding the steering wheel anymore, nope, I had a death grip on it. “My brother grew up riding one, still does. All it takes is just one tap of a car to send them off. They have no protection. We are their protection.”

I was now pointing directly at the bike in front of us and looked toward Greg. His eyebrows had shot up, hands no longer sitting still but intertwined with his thumbs looping together.

“Look, sorry. I didn’t know.” Greg’s apology came fast. Of course he didn’t know. “I’ve never known anyone who rode one. Do you?”

The look on his face tripped me up though. He looked like he genuinely wanted to know. That was the thing with Greg, he had multiple personalities. One minute he was sweet and the next he was possessive, and, very rarely, the one I hated the most, he was angry. I had only seen the angered look once, and the situation ended with a kiss I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for the past two years.

Two years without another word, without kissing another man, without even thinking of another man. It would always be Greg, but he didn’t have to know that. I didn’t want him to know that. Even if you loved someone, it didn’t mean you needed to be in a relationship with them or even needed to marry them.

“It’s fine, just don’t make assumptions. And I have.” I paused, not sure if I wanted to tell him more about my past. If I left out the details, it would just seem like something that was normal and not because of a certain person or situation. I could get away with that. “Once, a few years ago. I haven’t since.”

I peeked over at him through my eyelashes. My grip on the steering wheel had loosened, but we were still stuck in the same spot in traffic. The smile that was plastered on Greg’s face made it almost seem like he knew something I didn’t, like he knew me better than anyone else. But that couldn’t be true, because if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be sitting in this car with me right now.

BAM!

I jerked forward, gripping the steering wheel once more. Greg’s arm spread out in front of me, flush against my chest. I looked in the rear-view mirror to see a truck embedded in the backside of my rental car. I snapped my attention back to my front, seeing we had been hit hard enough to jerk the car forward. I turned the car off, unlatching my seatbelt immediately, and exited the car, ignoring Greg’s words that were being screamed at me.

My first thought had been the motorcycle in front of me. The guy was dismounting as I reached him, assessing that the front of my vehicle was still a good five feet away from him.

“Did I hit you?”

“Are you okay?”

Both of our questions collided with each other, causing me to smile. I was getting a better look at the man with the bike, and he wasn’t so bad to look at. In fact, he had the same look going on that Greg did. Clean shaven with a short, almost buzzed, haircut. The only difference was that this guy didn’t have Greg’s piercing green eyes.

“I’m serious though. Are you okay?” The man had moved closer to me. His hand on my hip. I almost swooned at his touch. Almost.

“My wife is fine.” The moment I felt the stranger’s hand leave my side, Greg’s was there to replace it immediately.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t know.” His hands were up as if he was pleading innocence. I kept going back to how Greg would expect this man to know this, especially when I looked down at my ring finger. It was bare. Unlike yesterday, though, when a gorgeous three set sapphire ring sat there. The ring was now in Greg’s pocket, where it would stay for the rest of our lives.