Checkered Past
March, nearly two years ago
Chad Matheson leaned back against the overstuffed pillows of the honeymoon suite's super-king-size bed. Mentally, he listed everything he knew about his bride.
Her name: Brianna Hudson. Good start. Except now, he supposed, she was Brianna Matheson. Hell.
Chad swallowed a mouthful of the coffee Brianna had poured him from the room-service trolley on her way to the bathroom. He'd pretended he was still asleep when she set the cup on the nightstand. He needed to think.
The shower had stopped a few minutes ago, and now he kept one ear on the sound of the hair dryer running behind the closed door.
He knew her date of birth, courtesy of their marriage license— and that had come as a surprise, because she looked older than twenty-three.
He knew she was from Atlanta; her Georgia accent, soft and smooth amid the late-night ruckus of NASCAR fans celebrating at the Vegas Getaway Hotel's casino, had attracted him the moment they'd met.
That moment had been three days—Chad glanced at the chunky steel watch on his wrist—eleven hours and twenty-six minutes ago.
What the hell had he done?
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