Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Winona locked eyes with Keaton's parents, her heart thudding so hard she swore everyone in the room could hear it.

Awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

This was a full-blown social disaster.

She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, to drag Keaton out and give him a piece of her mind—but his mom and dad were right there, watching everything unfold.

Keaton had totally thrown her under the bus, just to cover for the guard!

He'd gone on and on about Gale and Booker's drama earlier just to get the Windham and Huber families out of the way-so he could sell her out!

Winona was fuming, and before she could stop herself, she stomped her foot in frustration, right before getting out of bed. Something on the nightstand went flying.

It hit the hardwood with a dull thud, then rolled under the bed.

Keaton's eyes went wide-he knew exactly what it was.

But Winona's mind was in overdrive. She didn't even notice what she'd just kicked. She shot Keaton a death glare, cheeks burning, and awkwardly slipped out of bed.

She did her best to smooth her tangled hair and straighten her rumpled clothes, her face red as a beet.

"Uh... Mr. Huber, Janelle..."

Winona felt like she could dig a hole with her toes and crawl into a whole new house to avoid this.

Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

been this embarrassed in

middle of the night, finishing off someone's vintage Scotch, somehow

caught red-handed by the

in her last life to deserve

greeting, the room

Richard wasn't even

what felt like a lifetime, Richard cleared his

he finally spoke, his voice was

at

he

na moment

gentle.

Newsom, what... what are you

a smile and scrambled for

me. He said Keaton wasn't eating, wouldn't take his medicine, and, um, asked me to check

to be free, so... here I am.

you're the one who gave Keaton

wine, but he didn't want to drink it, so...

don't worry about it. A couple of bottles, who cares?