Page 96 of Blind Luck

“In case I get handcuffed to something I don’t want to be handcuffed to.” Erin stood on tiptoes to kiss him. “But I’m cool with being handcuffed to you.”

They were playing a waiting game now. Waiting for Selene to leave the Neptune, waiting for Ace to view the video. Rusty knew the file had been uploaded three hours ago. As for the Selene thing, they were tracking Jace’s phone, and Kelsey was reporting back on any conversations she had with the man. The Raiders were through to the next round of the playoffs. And Mav’s cousin Katherine had said “I do” because nobody in her family had the courage to tell her that her fiancé was a philandering prick.

In the end, she’d worked out the truth for herself when she caught the asshole in a cupboard at the reception. With a member of the catering team. Oh, sure, he’d claimed they were just looking for the smoking area, but his zipper was undone and his shirt was buttoned up wrong, and Mav had finally grown a pair and called him on his bullshit while Katherine sobbed into her wedding dress. To add insult to injury, the groom had sworn he’d quit smoking six months prior.

Mav had tried to escape to the airport, but his aunt had shoved him into a chair and told him that this was a time for the family to stick together, so he was stuck in Norway for the foreseeable future. Annulment had been mentioned.

In Vegas, nobody wanted to spook Jace, so any familiar faces had to take a back seat during the surveillance. That included Rusty and Erin, by virtue of their intervention at the Funhouse, and Kina, thanks to her support for the fake baby mama. Sin, Dusk, and Ari were taking turns to monitor Jace’s movements, all of which meant Erin and Rusty had the afternoon off. And when he asked Erin what she wanted to do, she’d decided they were going to an escape room.

“I think undoing the handcuffs with your own key would be cheating,” he told her.

“You’re probably right. Hey, this box has a puzzle on the bottom.”

“Really?” Rusty moved behind her, trapping her hand over his cock. “Where?”

“There are cameras in here,” she hissed.

“It’s almost dark.”

“Huh. Good point.”

Erin proved to be an excellent multitasker. Not only did she get them out of the escape room within the allotted time, but she also left a mess in his underwear, something she found funnier than he did.

“You started it,” she pointed out.

“I did. And now I need to use the bathroom.”

Except three women were blocking the way. Rusty cursed under his breath because the one in front hadthatlook in her eye. He tried to hide his half-hard cock as she squealed.

“Ohmigosh! Rusty Bolt? I’m your biggest fan. Like, totally. Can I get a picture?”

He’d skipped shaving for the past couple of days because Erin said his five o’clock shadow was dirty-hot, but in hindsight, that had been a mistake because he looked more like his old self now.

He sighed. “Sure, you can get a picture.”

Acquiescing was the easiest way to make fans go away, plus the sponsors didn’t like it if he told women to take a hike.

“You want me to do the honours?” Erin offered, holding out the hand that had just jerked off Rusty’s cock for the first girl’s phone.

Damn, this was purgatory.

The girl beamed at her. “Oh, thank you.”

Rusty gritted out a smile with each of the three girls, hoping there wasn’t a damp patch on the front of his jeans, and then he escaped to the bathroom. Fuck, cum was dripping down his leg. A kid in chinos gave him a suspicious look when he walked into a stall with a wad of paper towels, but he was too buzzed to care.

“Sorry about the interruption,” he muttered to Erin after he’d cleaned up. The three interlopers were still giggling in the far corner of the lobby. “Getting accosted by fans is a hazard of the job.”

“I’m used to it with my brother. I always offer to take the pictures because that way, I don’t end up being a part of them.”

“Good plan.”

“When you went to the bathroom, the ringleader asked if I was your girlfriend.”

“What did you say?”

“That we were just friends. I panicked, okay? It’s not that I don’t love you because I’m definitely getting there, but I’m not sure what the Prophet would do if he saw me living it up in Las Vegas.”

“You really think he’d try to make you go back?”

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