Page 7 of Vegas Daddies

Unless we’re pissed off.

“I’m feeling much better, thank you.” She smiles. “All thanks to you three.”

“Our pleasure, sweetheart,” says Match. “Look. I’m thinking you could do with something to clear your lungs.” Her friend Tammy sits forward. “You’ve had a rough night.”

“A terrible night,” Brander says.

“Until, of course,” I interject, “you met us.”

Match extends his hand to agree with me. He does about most things.

There’s something about being a registered doctor that makes you an agreeable person to be around.

“We have our bikes outside. What do you say?” Match spreads out his arms. “Care to join us for a nighttime ride through the desert?”

Tammy nudges her friend in the side and flashes her the biggest smirk.

Rachel, on Alice’s other side, narrows her eyes as if to assess the idea’s safety.

“I assure you, your friend is in good hands,” I say.

“Verygood hands,” Tammy turns to her friend to say.

“I’m a doctor. I’ll take care of you if anything goes wrong, and Brander here”—I gesture to him—“might look like he gives no shits, but he does. It’s all on the inside. Plus, he’s first line of defense.”

And it’s true.

A tsunami couldn’t shake that man.

“First line of defense. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rachel screws up her lips. “I thought you were motorcyclists.”

“Some call us outlaws.”

The spark returns to Alice’s eyes. “Let’s do it.”

“Yes!” Tammy punches the air.

Rachel shudders.

“I’ll be fine, Rach, honestly. I’ve just been broken up with.” Alice lowers her voice. It’s barely audible over the thumping music, but my ears have a talent for picking up information not meant to be heard. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, that I’m doing it for revenge to get back at Levi, but the truth is, I’ve played it safe my entire life. Got into a relationship at fucking eighteen years old. I’ve never experienced…things with anyone else before. I’m not like you and Tammy. I’ve only ever been with one man, let alone three at the same time. That’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“They’re like…twice your age, Ali. I don’t think you’re thinking straight.”

“Maybe not, but who cares.” She rises from her seat. Swings her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll call you, okay? Laters!”

“Go have fun, hot stuff!” shouts Tammy as we’re making our way to the exit. “And get ready for the ride of your life.”

This isn’t how I was expecting the night to unfold, but it’s even better than I imagined. The woman deserves to be treated like a princess. For the last few years, it sounds like a peasant would have received more. Levi the cheese lover? God help the man.I’ll bet his favorite cheese is blue, and his armpits stink. Sitting at a desk all day eating cheese won’t do his back any favors. A hunchback, perhaps? The cheese-eating hunchback from Notre Dame.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Sorry.” I hold up my hand at Match as we’re mounting the bikes. “Unimportant.”

“Who would you like to ride with, sweetheart?” Match says after giving me a strange look. He creeps forward. Revs the engine. He doesn’t need to. He’s just trying to please Alice.

“What about…helmets?” she asks.

“We left them at the clubhouse,” Brander says. “You’ll be okay. Promise.”

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