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her neck.
    Sol cleared his throat and nodded toward the bathroom, and she stepped aside to let him pass. Once inside, he spun to look at himself in the mirror but a cry from Hannah had him racing back into the bedroom, instinctively looking for the threat, his nails sharpening, ready to attack. “What is it?” Hannah stood with her back to him on the far side of the room, looking down at the dresser. He walked over to her. “Hannah?”
    She picked something up and slowly turned to face him. Her face was ashen and her hand shook as she held out a piece of paper. Sol could see it was a receipt of some sort. As he reached out to take it a strange feeling ran through him. His stomach dropped at the words written on it.
    The Little White Wedding Chapel
    Deluxe Wedding Package
    Your merchandise will be available for collection tomorrow.
    Sol’s knees buckled and he sank to the bed. Wedding? Vows, pledges. A shiver ran up his spine. No they couldn’t have gotten married last night, could they? With a shaky breath he glanced up at Hannah, who looked to be in shock.
    “What the hell happened last night? Can you remember any of it?” There was an edge of hysteria in her voice.
    “No, not at all.” He looked down at the receipt. Yesterday’s date was stamped on it.
    “We didn’t get married, did we? I mean, that’s impossible.”
    Sol rubbed the thin paper between his fingers. “It looks like maybe we did, but I honestly don’t remember anything. We’ll need to go there to be sure.”
    Hannah nodded and then walked over to pick up her dress. “I’ll go get changed and meet you downstairs.”
    Sol stood and stepped toward her. “Just let me get dressed first and I’ll come with you.”
    “No.” Her voice was sharp and as he reached for her, she jerked away. The shock was gone, replaced once again with the fear she’d carried when he’d first met her. Hannah looked freaked and something heavy began to settle in Sol’s stomach. There was something going on here he didn’t understand, but his intuition was telling him it meant trouble.
    “Hannah—”
    She held up her hand. “No, I can’t do this right now. I’ll meet you downstairs.” She pulled the zipper of her dress up, and before he could speak again, she was out the door.
    ***
    After Hannah had left, Sol dressed quickly, trying unsuccessfully to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled on him. Why had Hannah looked so scared again? What was going on?
    Unable to come up with an answer, Sol made his way down to the lobby, not entirely sure Hannah would be there, but she followed shortly after him. Again, he went to reach for her, but again she stepped away. Not wanting to force the issue, Sol’s hand dropped to the side and they walked stiffly across the lobby to get a cab.
    As they rode to the chapel, the silence was heavy between them, the cab ride so different from the night before when they had been wrapped around each other. Hannah sat as far away from him as she could, her body rigid, her gaze locked outside, her expression tense. Sol longed to reach for her but he kept his hand back, his gut clenching.
    All too soon they arrived, the building as tacky as Sol had imagined, and he couldn’t help but cringe. Without a word they made their way up the steps and through the double doors. Inside the chapel was traditionally laid out and a tall man stood at the end of the aisle. He turned as they entered, a large smile appearing on his face, his arms opening wide.
    “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez. So lovely to see you, though I did not expect you to be here so early. Your photos are ready but the DVD will be a bit longer I’m afraid.”
    Hannah stepped forward. “Look I’m sorry but we…we can’t remember anything about last night.” She swallowed. “Did we get married here?”
    The man cast them a surprised look. “Well, yes, of course you did. Such a beautiful ceremony, such love.” He paused, looking from one to the other. “You really