Page 2 of Menace in Vegas

Oh, yeah. She’s pissed as hell.

She pointed a long, red-nailed finger at me. "What the fuck is your problem, dude?"

Excuse me?

I scowled."What the fuck ismyproblem? You just waltzed through the door of a crime scene without knocking?—"

She snorted, looking around the room."What crime scene? Other than a broken coffee table, everything appears fine.”

“It wasn’t when we got here.” I took a step closer, drawn to her like a fucking magnet.

Lowering my voice, I held up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry, I nearly took your head off.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Don’t barge in like a criminal again.”

Her eyes narrowed as soon as I called her a criminal.

Fuck.

Ford immediately muttered, “Dumbass.”

Trying another tactic, I extended my hand to her, trying to mend fences. "I’m Connor."

She eyed me like I was going to pull her in and strangle her with the hockey stick.

After a long pause, she finally muttered, "Allison. But my friends call me Allie."

"Hey, Allie. It’s nice?—"

"I didn’t say you were my friend, you hockey stick-wielding maniac."

I was officially very turned on.

I chuckled. "So, what you’re saying is, I’m adept with my…stick?"

Allie’s lip curled in disgust. "I hope you don’t wield your dick around like that, or you’ll get it cut off."

Ford burst out laughing. "I’m shocked that hasn’t happened yet."

I cupped myself, scowling."Leave my frank and beans alone."

Allie smirked. "Your junk is probably the size of a frank and two beans." Then she walked off, ignoring me like she didn’t just insult my manhood. Like I wasn’t even fucking there.

It was infuriating as hell.

And I knew, right then and there, I wanted her.

I was going to have her.

And nothingwould stop me.

Jake and Cole cheerand clap from Allie’s performance, pulling me from the memory of the worst and best day of my life. Ford bailed early with Harper—after she spent half the night teasing him, flashing her leg under the table until he finally snapped and hauled her out of there like a man on the edge.

My focus immediately moves to her. She’s still singing and wrecking everyone inside this fucking place. Especially me.

I rake a hand through my hair, then grip the back of my neck, hoping to distract myself. But it doesn’t work.

Her eyes lock with mine, just for a second.

I stop breathing.

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