Page 111 of Menace in Vegas

Ireturn from the spa, glowing, pampered, soft, and dangerously close to loving all of this.

The girls trail behind me, chattering with excitement. Their heated whispers make me suspicious. Like they know something I don’t.

When I step into the suite I share with Connor, I freeze.

My breath catches.

There, hanging in the center of the room, is a wedding dress.

Not just any dress.Mydress.

How does he?—

I shake my head, cutting the thought off.

Of course he does. He’s Connor.

And I’m a damn fool to think that man hasn’t been secretly scouring every corner of my social media, learning everything about me. Even before this road trip ever started.

My hand flies to my chest. Tears prickle in my eyes.

Behind me, Harper, Tara, and Chloe fall silent. Watching me like hawks.

“Well, look at that,” Harper murmurs, smug grin in place. “He got it right again.”

I’m at a loss for words as I step forward, fingers trembling as I run them reverently over the fabric.

Then I spot the note pinned to the hanger.

My hands shake as I unfold it.

I already feel the tears coming before I’ve even read a single word.

Allie,

Wear this, baby. Marry me.

And when we get home, I’ll buy you ten more just so I can rip them off.

– Connor

I almost collapse.

Tara makes a strangled noise.

Chloe starts fanning herself.

Harper full-oncackles.

I blink up to catch them all shamelessly peering over my shoulder.

I sink onto the bed and whisper, “Oh my God. This is the sweetest thing ever.”

“If you don’t wanna marry him,” Tara sighs, “I will.”

Her grin vanishes when I lift my head and glare at her like I’m about to throw hands.

Harper grabs my arm. “Down, girl. She’s joking.”

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