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“But you said—” He broke off and jerked his left hand up. No wedding ring encircled his finger. Mutely, he stared at her.
Nikki’s mouth twisted. “You aren’t married to Dee Ann, you’re married to me.”
4
“TELL ME you’re joking.”
She shook her head.
As his hand dropped to the bedspread, Carter’s face took on all the hues of a color television set gone bad. Gray. Green. Magenta. White.
The gray bothered Nikki the most. It wasn’t a healthy color. With the remnants of the sleeping pills still in his system, she was somewhat concerned. Not overly, because Carter hadn’t ingested enough of Saunders’s pills to depress his system for an extended period of time. But still, she wasn’t exactly an expert on this sort of thing.
“Saunders has confirmed this?”
Nikki nodded.
“But I saw the papers.”
“Not the right papers. What we have is a divorce in progress.” She braced herself, anticipating the return of the magenta color accompanied by yelling, questions and accusations.
But mostly yelling.
Instead, Carter stared at her blankly, closed his eyes and collapsed on the berth.
Great. The thought of being married to her was so repugnant, he’d fainted.
She’d known the news that they were still married would come as a surprise—okay, a shock—but somewhere, deep inside, she’d hoped Carter would be relieved that he wasn’t married to Dee Ann.
And if not relieved, Nikki thought peevishly, he could at least pretend he wasn’t so horrified. After all, that meant she was still married to him. Didn’t he care about her feelings?
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