The Rules of Dating (The Laws of Opposite Attract #1) Read Online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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The clerk shrugged and went on with the ceremony. A whopping seven minutes later, he said, “Congratulations, you are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

A wave of nausea hit me, and I actually had to cover my mouth. “I don’t feel so good. Can we leave now?”

Maya offered the clerk an apologetic smile. “Bad sushi for lunch.”

The guy couldn’t care less. He just wanted us out of here before four. He stamped a bunch of papers and pointed to lines for each of us to sign before offering us a certificate. “Good luck. I think you might need it.”

I made it as far as the garbage can in the hall outside the clerk’s office before everything really did come up. I wasn’t sure if it was what I’d had to drink, or what I’d just done to my life. But my new bride didn’t seem to give a fuck.

She put her hands on her hips while my face was still hovering over the top of the garbage. “This behavior isn’t going to fly with the investigator, Colby. You’d better learn to act like I’m your loving wife.”

I spit the bad taste in my mouth into the garbage. “De Niro isn’t good enough to pull off that shit.”

Maya shook her head. “I’ll be in touch about prepping for the interview soon.”

I lifted my head. “Go fuck yourself.”

***

“What can I get you?” The bartender put a napkin out in front of me.

“Tequila.”

“A shot or a drink?”

“Both.”

“Any particular type of tequila?”

“Whatever.”

The guy shrugged. “Coming right up.”

A few minutes later, he came back and set down a shot glass, a whiskey glass filled with ice, some limes, and a can of Coke. He poured Don Julio from a bottle with a tapered spout. “This stuff is a little more expensive, but you’ll appreciate it the next day. I also brought you a choice of chasers. I don’t suggest chasing tequila with tequila.”

“Thanks.”

I knocked back the tequila shot and made a face that probably looked like I’d just sucked on a lemon.

The bartender snickered. “I thought so.”

“What?”

“This isn’t a regular thing for you, is it?”

“Definitely not.”

He leaned an elbow on the bar. “You want to talk about it?”

I looked him over. He was probably in his early sixties, wearing a tucked-in plaid shirt and a pair of jeans with a towel slung over his shoulder. “You married?”

He held up three fingers. “Third time’s a charm.”

It hit me for the first time that if I married Billie, she wouldn’t be my first wife. She’d always be number two, and she didn’t deserve anything but being a one and only.

I lifted the glass of tequila and sipped. “What happened to the first two?”

“I’ve been sober for six years. Can’t really tell you what went wrong the first couple times because I don’t remember most of those years. But I’m guessing it had something to do with me being a raging alcoholic. I’m not a happy drunk.”

“You’re in recovery and you work at a bar?”

“Own it. Not much else I know how to do except run a bar.”

I nodded.

The bartender held out his hand. “Name’s Stan Fumey. Nice to meet you.”

“Colby Lennon.” I shook.

“So what’s your story?” Stan asked. “Wife giving you a hard time so you’re in here trying to forget she exists?”

“Something like that…”

“How long you been married?”

“What time is it now?”

Stan looked over his shoulder at a Budweiser clock on the wall. “It’s just about five o’clock.”

I nodded. “About an hour then.”

His brows pulled together. “You’re shittin’ me.”

I sipped more tequila. “Wish I was. Got married at four o’clock.”

“Where’s your bride?”

“Getting run over by a bus, hopefully.”

The bartender chuckled. “I have two words of advice for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Walter Potter.”

My forehead wrinkled.

Stan took a few steps away and grabbed something from next to the cash register. Then he tossed a business card toward me.

I squinted to read it.

Walter Potter

Attorney at Law

Divorce Specialist

“He’s good and cheap. Maybe he can get you one of those annulments or something.”

I shook my head. “I wish it were that easy.”

Stan studied me for a minute. “You get the girl pregnant or something?”

I finished off my glass of tequila and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“That’s tough. When is she due?”

“Four years ago.”

Stan’s entire face wrinkled. “Sounds complicated.”

“It is.”

“Well, you already know I’m no expert on marriage, so I can’t give you any advice on making that work. But I can tell you one thing—sometimes staying together for the kids is more damaging than the effect of a separation. I give you credit for trying to make a go of it. But never forget that kids learn by watching, not by you telling them how to act. So if you haven’t already, start living by example.”

As if I didn’t already feel like shit. The last thing I’d want is for my daughter to get herself into a predicament like this. I was sure Stan meant well, but he wasn’t helping. So I pushed my glass forward. “Think I can get a refill?”


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