Page 167 of Sin City Lights

Adam straightened so abruptly that coffee sloshed onto his hand.“Where is she?”

“You won’t believe this, but she’s been right under our noses all this time. She’s living with a Lauren—” paper rustled “—yeah, Lauren Parker.”

Adam’s heart kick-started as if resuming beating after merely existing on life support.“In Vegas?”

“Boulder City. She’s also working.”

Adam’s jaw clenched.“Really.”

“Yeah, she’s working at a place called Optimum Physical Therapy in the same town. She’s the receptionist for them.”

Receptionist. Eve was no longer doing escort work.

Adam blinked. Air filled his lungs in a rush, and he expelled itslowly.

“Thanks, Buck.” He took a long swallow of coffee, which suddenly tasted very good.

“No problem.” Ian paused.“There’s something else I need to talk to you about. They have a trip lined up for Saturday that only you can fly. A big group of whales wants to be picked up from LA, but they requested you, specifically, and it would be a big income loss if you don’t take it.”

Adam barely registered what his brother was saying.

They’d found Eve. And so would he, very soon.

“What do you want me to tell them?” Ian pressed.

Adam set down his mug.“Tell them yes.”

Chapter 24

Adam

“Thank you, Jack.” Adam gathered his flight bag and Rollaboard as the limo came to a stop in front of the Lark.

Jack nodded.“It’s good to have you back, sir.”

“It’s good to be back.”

Adam greeted the doorman as he entered the building, forcing his lips into a smile. Truth was, it wasn’t good to be back.

Eve was everywhere. The mere sight of the waterfall at the entrance reminded him of her. She’d loved to pause in front of it and watch the water rush down the rocks, letting the mist cool her face in the scorching Las Vegas sun.

Her sweet, pretty face.

He passed the 2024 fountain and the front desk, making his way toward the blue elevator, dreading the empty penthouse that awaited him. He didn’t relish the prospect of a Friday night alone. He guessed he would just have a quick bite and crash so he could be rested for the high roller flight to and from LA early tomorrow. It had been a long day, and he had gotten up at dawn to fly back from Alaska after another nearly sleepless night.

His phone buzzing had him shoving his hand in his pocket. Maybe…

Nope.

A text. No photo, and he didn’t recognize the number. He moved to delete the spam, but the message caught his eye.

Meet me inthelobby lounge. Back table by the window.

Eve? His heart began to thunder in his chest. Why the different number? She’d probably changed it after his repeated calls, all of which she hadn’t answered.

He turned to the bellhop.“Do me a favor, Craig, and take these up.”

“Of course, sir.”

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