Page 158 of Menace in Vegas

LOL. What now?

She’s monologuing about Jimmy’s pacemaker and hip flexibility.

DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME?

This is so entertaining!

You’re dead to me.

“I need a priest,” I mutter. “One that can perform an exorcism.”

“I need therapy,” Allie adds under her breath.

Gram takes another bite of her churro and sighs like she’s starring in a Nicholas Sparks movie.

“Do you think Captain Jimmy would let me live on his boat?”

I sit up and scrub a hand down my face. “Do I have to kill a man on my honeymoon?”

Gram blinks. “Would you?”

“No,” I grumble. “But I’m thinking about it.”

She lifts her churro like it’s a champagne glass. “To love, lust, and the sea!”

I grab my phone and text Ford one last time.

You. Will. Regret. This.

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ALLISON

Iwake to sunlight streaming through the curtains, the scent of salt in the air, and something heavy pinning my leg to the bed.

I blink blearily, then look down, only to smile when I see Connor’s sleep-tousled hair.

He’s draped across me like a human furnace, face buried in my neck, arm slung across my stomach, and one leg tangled between mine like he’s afraid I’ll escape in the night.

My body is sore in that yep, we did that kind of way. My head’s foggy, my mouth tastes like churros and tequila, and every part of me aches in the best possible way.

I shift slightly, trying to get some circulation back in my foot.

Connor groans. “No.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Don’t care.” His voice is gravelly. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed until I say so.”

“You’ve got a death grip on my leg. Are you trying to make me a hostage?”

“I made you my hostage the day I married you,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss over my collarbone. “Legally. Emotionally. Sexually. All bases covered.”

I smile despite myself.

“Also,” he adds, dead serious, “you were about to pee. I can feel the urgency in your thigh tension.”

I groan. “That’s… disturbingly specific.”

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