Page 24 of The More the Merrier

"What, like now?"

"Why not? You got anything better to do?"

I could name two things, more specifically, two people, but again, I wasn't going to go into my personal life like that.

"I guess not." We could see the hotel from where we stood. It was about a mile in the distance, but the strip was clear. The roads were so busy snow never had a chance to accumulate.

"I'll meet you there," he said.

I had no idea why I was driving more places than I had to in this absolutely dismal weather, but something about his excitement made me say yes.

The casino was a high-end, ritzy, themed one I'd walked through hundreds of times, but the club was on the top floor. I wasn't much of a club-goer, so I'd never been there. Not even in my younger, wilder days.

We rode the elevator to the top floor, and went down a long dark hallway and stopped at a pair of ornate marble doors. Miles unlocked them and pulled them open. We stepped inside and my jaw dropped. This place was upscale ritzy-glam with an edge. The walls were tufted black leather, and a high marble bar ran from one end of the room to the other. One the opposite wall, high top tables sat lined up in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that offered an incredible view of the strip. Even closed down and empty, the space was stunning.

"This place would make an amazing BDSM club." I didn't mean to say it; it just slipped out.

Luckily, Miles didn't even flinch. "Right?" he agreed. "I'm gonna be really mad if it gets turned into some bougie French restaurant. Like the strip needs another one of those. Anyway, want to see the rest?"

I agreed and he took me on a tour. With a click of a button, a dividing wall lifted, opening a second room as big as the first with a stage, a huge dance floor, and even more tables. It had a full commercial kitchen, and behind the kitchen, a hidden hallway housed six private rooms. Each one was the size of a small bedroom.

"Wow."

"They probably used these for private parties and big groups," he said in a whispered aside, "but that wasn't my first thought."

It hadn't been mine, either. "You weren't lying, man. This place is unbelievable. Good luck with it. Finding a buyer and all that."

"I'm not worried. I just hope the buyer we find is the right buyer and turns this place into something unique. "

"No kidding. Well, hey, thanks for the tour, but I better get going. Don't want to stay too long in this weather. It's starting to snow again and I didn't bring my shovel."

"See ya." He waved at me as he headed back to his car and I got in mine.

Turning the key in the ignition, I headed toward home, unable to shake the feeling that something big had happened. I just wasn't sure what, or what it meant.

Noelle

"Merry Christmas Adam, Daddies!" I yelled as I popped out of bed.

Liam's eyes opened first and he groggily smiled up at me. "What are you going on about, little one?"

"Christmas Adam. You know, the day before Christmas Eve, because Adam came before Eve."

Liam just grinned at me and shook his head. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"Nuh-uh! It's not my fault you've never celebrated the holiday properly."

"Oh really? Okay, smartypants. What is the correct way to celebrate Christmas Adam?"

Okay so maybe there really weren't any special traditions about the day, but I wasn't going to give in that easily, so I made some up. "Well first, you have to eat Christmas cookies for every meal. And then you have to bake more cookies while blaring Christmas carols on full blast wearing nothing but holiday aprons. And then you have to dance around the Christmas tree and eat latkes for dinner. And watch three Christmas movies and open one present before bed!"

Liam laughed. "I'm pretty sure latkes are a Hanukkah tradition, babygirl, not a Christmas Adam tradition or whatever you called it."

"So what?" I shrugged. "They're yummy."

"Ix-nay on the Christmas cookies for every meal, and the tree dance," Logan grumbled, swinging his feet over the side of the bed as he pulled himself to a sitting position and grabbed me around the waist. "Actually ix-nay on all of it except the latkes and the one present for me. I won't be here."

"You won't? Where are you going?" Liam questioned him before I could.

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