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from a crime family is more than a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
    “It doesn’t matter, does it? It is what it is. It still means we’re screwed.”
    “What happens if the money goes back to the Molinaros?”
    “I’m not sure. I think it gets put back into the pot to be divided out amongst my great-grandfather’s other descendants. Not all of them are good people, Patrick.”
    Patrick stares at him. “This isn’t real. Where’s the camera? I thought Punk’d was canceled a lifetime ago.”
    Will shakes his head.
    “Dammit, you’re serious?”
    Will presses his lips together and looks at his shoes again.
    “What about lack of consummation? Is it immoral not to screw your spouse on the wedding night?”
    “No, that’s still open to us.”
    “Fine. I already told you and my ex-boss that I’m ready and willing to lie about our activities last night. I’ll happily deny ever touching you if that’s what we need to do. So let’s get this over with. I need to start looking for a new job since apparently I’m out of one.”
    “Sounds good,” Will says tersely, leading them outside. Patrick admires Will’s ass in his well-fitting pants, then mentally chastises himself. He’s in enough trouble as it is.
 

     
    The line at the courthouse isn’t nearly as long as Patrick expects it to be.
    Doesn’t everyone get drunk-married in Vegas? Like as a rite of passage or something? That’s what he’s been telling himself during the entire cab ride over in between absolutely not admiring how hot Will looks in the daylight, all blond and glowy (which is a description that is just…ugh).
    He’s also been studiously ignoring the self-congratulatory comments that come completely unbidden to his mind, like: Damn, Patrick, that guy you married last night? Super fine! Or, See that ass? I plowed it, thank you very much! Or, Take that, Dean Wellington! Bet your scrawny butt never landed anything as hot as this one! Or, most disturbingly, when Will turns his face just a certain way and the sun comes in the cab window, You’ve got good taste, Patrick. Too bad you can’t keep him a little longer.
    It’s the last one that pisses him off again and makes him wish he’d brought an extra room service muffin or two, because this idiot he keeps admiring is the reason he’s currently out of work. He really should be on the phone to Johns Hopkins right now, or Vandy, or the Mayo Clinic to let the bidding wars begin. Every moment wasted is another he’s not saving a life.
    Once at the courthouse, though, he puffs up with misplaced, ridiculous pride again. At least his idiotic bungle hasn’t led him to be trying to divorce one of the crying women repeating how their parents are going to kill them. Thank God his cock is gay no matter how drunk he is. And that his biological parents are far too dead to care about his marital status.
    After twenty long minutes of Will looking annoyingly attractive while he shifts anxiously from foot to foot, he starts asking nosy, annoying questions.
    “So, is your chief of staff on target? About what he said?”
    Patrick has no clue. “He said a lot of things.”
    “I mean about you lying during a malpractice hearing?”
    Heat rises up his neck. “Mr. Patterson, just so we’re clear, I would lie about any number of things in order to keep my medical license. But no, I did not lie about that boy’s death. I’m a brain surgeon. Patients die. It’s crappy, but it’s inevitable.”
    “Yeah? Then why are you rattled?” Will crosses his arms over his chest and gets up in Patrick’s personal space.
    “If you get much closer to me, we might actually merge, and I think we did enough of that last night, don’t you?”
    Will doesn’t step back. If anything, he invades Patrick’s space even more. “You were angry when he accused you. And now you’re angry at me for bringing it up.”
    “Can we focus on what we’re here to accomplish? Getting an annulment? Let’s not turn my