Page 146 of Menace in Vegas

She turns to me, eyes glittering like a predator, and the opening chords of “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift fill the room.

“Oh, hell no,” I groan.

She points at me with all the dramatic flair of a drunken Broadway diva and starts singing like her life depends on it.

The roomloses it.

People are filming.

Ford is howling.

Gram is sobbing into her drink.

By the end, I’m torn between throwing her over my shoulder and taking her straight to the suite, or bowing to my queen and accepting defeat.

She falls into my lap, breathless and smug.

“Wife,” I growl, arms locking around her waist.

She kisses my jaw, eyes alight. “You love it.”

“Hell yes, I do.”

The night and all its crazinessshouldend there.

But we’re not that lucky.

Gram announces we need one final legendary moment before leaving Vegas. Which, of course, means breaking into the rooftop pool.

One minute, we’re sneaking up a stairwell.

The next, someone picks the lock—no one asks who—and we’re sprinting across the rooftop, stripping down, and diving into the water like complete lunatics.

Ford launches Jake into the deep end.

Chloe tackles Cole with a war cry.

Harper wraps her legs around Ford while he shouts, “Cannonball!”

It’s bedlam.

I grab Allie and lift her into my arms. She clings to me, laughing like she’s weightless.

“Best night ever,” she gasps against my lips.

I smirk, crowding her close. “And it’s not over yet, baby.”

She shivers—and it has nothing to do with the water.

Security storms the rooftop minutes later, shouting threats and radioing backup.

We bolt like heathens, clothes in hand, still soaked and cackling.

But I don’t stop there. I scoop Allie up, carry her straight to the suite, and slam the door behind us.

I pin her against the wall, water still dripping from our bodies. “You’re not getting any sleep tonight, wife.”

Her smile is pure sin. “I expect nothing less, husband.”

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