Oracle by Marie James

I told myself I’d never fall in love.

It just wasn’t the trajectory my life was going to take.
Maybe I should’ve read the fine print on that vow because not falling in love doesn’t mean no marriage.
I woke up with a gold band on my left hand and very few memories of how it got there.
Beth Moore needed an escape, and I needed one more night like we shared.
When she asked if she could come back to New Mexico with me, I opened my mouth to tell her that wouldn’t be a great idea but YES came out instead.
To save her the embarrassment of what we did, I played along.
Besides, no one falls in love after they get married.

That’s supposed to come first, and I told myself I’d never fall in love…