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    “Dumbass? How dare you call my husband stupid!”
    “Well, you just called him a man whore,” Riley retorted.
    “I can call him anything I want. He’s my husband—and you ran off to Vegas with him, knowing full well he has a wife at home! Bet you didn’t count on your sister telling me where to find you!”
    Riley made a mental note to kill Keira later. “Oh for pity’s sake, I did not run off with Trev.”
    “Then why are you nearly naked in that bed?” Johanna asked, while Aaron retained his death grip on her arm and the bat.
    “Because I was asleep . Besides, if you look around, I think you’ll notice your husband isn’t in this room.”
    Riley’s comment seemed to penetrate and the wind left Johanna’s sails. Jo turned around and Riley fought back a groan as Trev’s gossip-loving wife took in Aaron’s state of undress before turning back to study her again with a smirk.
    “Don’t look at me like that, Johanna,” she warned. “It’s not what you think.”
    “Of course it is,” Aaron interjected. “Riley and I eloped last night. You actually caught us in the middle of our honeymoon, so if you don’t mind—”
    Aaron’s comments, rather than sparking Johanna’s nosy interest, released an onslaught of loud sobs. For several moments, he stood speechless as Johanna bawled inconsolably.
    “What did I say?” he asked Riley.
    “This is not helping my headache,” Riley replied.
    “Could you try to have a little compassion?” Aaron wrapped an arm around Johanna’s shoulder.
    Riley rolled her eyes in response but the gesture sent another stab of pain through her temple. Johanna had tried to take her head off with a baseball bat and insulted her 29
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    intelligence. Aaron could be compassionate if he wanted, but Riley was feeling a bit low on that emotion.
    “Me and Trev eloped t-too,” Johanna stammered, the words hard to understand through her crying. “We drove over to Paw Paw, West Virginia, where his uncle was the justice of the peace, and then we went to his family’s hunting cabin for our honeymoon. It was deer season and he gave me a new rifle as a wedding gift.”
    “Romantic,” Riley muttered, but she shut up when Aaron sent her a dirty look. He led Jo to the single chair in the room.
    If there was one thing Aaron was a sucker for, it was tears. Riley had teased him mercilessly over the years for what she called his Achilles heel. If a woman wanted to get his attention, she merely had to pour on the waterworks. He had dated crazy Louise Perkins for six months longer than he’d wanted to during his junior year in high school, simply because she cried every time he suggested they break up. Riley had finally intervened, convincing Louise she’d be much happier dating Chuckie Haines.
    “Please don’t get so upset, Johanna. I’m sure Trevor’s just blowing off some steam.
    He knows he’s got a good thing at home with you. He’s not going to mess that up,”
    Aaron said.
    “I’m sorry,” she said between sniffles. “It’s all these damn hormones. I c-cry at the drop of a hat nowadays.”
    “Hormones?” Riley asked.
    “I found out I’m pregnant a couple days ago. I went to find Trev to tell him he was gonna be a daddy, but then I heard the two of you had run off to Vegas.”
    “Pregnant. Wow. Congratulations, Jo,” Riley said. Jesus, Trevor has reproduced.
    “So if you and Trev didn’t run off together, where is he?” Johanna asked. “I want to tell him the good news.”
    Riley glanced at Aaron, who shrugged. She recalled him telling her about Trev hooking up with a prostitute. “He, um, he just stepped out for some breakfast,” she lied, 30
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    rising from the bed and edging her way toward the bathroom. If things turned nasty again, Riley was fully prepared to hunker down behind a locked door. Besides, she had to pee.
    “Where?” Jo asked.
    “I’m not sure where he was headed. Just called a few minutes ago and said