Page 157 of Menace in Vegas

“Tragically, I do.”

I rinse and head to bed, sliding in next to her.

She curls against me instantly, warm and soft, like she was built to fit here.

“You okay, baby?” I murmur.

“Mmhmm.” She turns in my arms, facing me. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

I raise a brow. “You’re lucky?”

She laughs. “Okay,we’relucky.”

“Better.”

I kiss her soft and slow. Her hand slides down my stomach while mine trails under the hem of her shirt.

We start to heat up fast.

My hand slips under the waistband of her underwear when?—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Followed by Gram screeching like she’s auditioning for a horror movie. “GUYS, WAKE UP! I THINK I’M IN LOVE!”

I let out a strangled noise and throw my arm over my face. “I’m gonna kill her.”

Before either of us can react, the door flies open and she marches inside.

I need to figure out a way to barricade that damn thing.

She stumbles in wearing a bedazzled robe, a Captain’s hat, and sunglasses.

Her hair is wild, her lipstick is crooked, and she’s holding a half-eaten churro like it’s a damn scepter.

I snatch my phone off the nightstand and start rage-texting Ford, pissed she just cock-blocked me.

Again.

SHE INTERRUPTED ME. AGAIN.

CHURRO IN HAND. CAPTAIN’S HAT ON HER HEAD.

I HOPE YOUR HOUSE IS HAUNTED.

“I just had the best night of my life,” Gram declares, flopping into the armchair like she owns the place. “Captain Jimmy said I make his heart beat so fast that his pacemaker skips. I think I found my soulmate.”

I stare at her.Hard.Like if I concentrate enough, I can astral project myself somewhere else.

Gram fans herself. “He gave me a conch shell. That’s commitment, kids.”

Allie, ever the saint, yanks the sheets up to her chin and tries to sound patient. “Gram. We were… busy.”

She waves her off. “You can have sex later. I need to unpack my feelings.”

I groan and grab my phone again. Seriously, Ford is dead. The Avalanche can replace him.

I hope your next meal tastes like despair.

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