Page 29 of Menace in Vegas

She slides between us, pressing her palm to my chest. "Sorry, sugar," she says sweetly."He’s taken."

I freeze.

The waitress raises a brow.

Allie just smiles, saccharine sweet.

"Come on, babe," she coos to me, curling her fingers around my shirt and dragging me toward the door.

My brain short-circuits.

What the fuck just happened?

I let her pull me outside and shove me toward the car.

She flings open the passenger door, pushes me inside, then slams it shut.

Oh. My. God. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!

I want to attack her.

But I can’t.

Fuck!My fingers curl, my restraint hanging by a thread.

Allie gets in, slams the door, and grips the steering wheel.

I sit there, staring at her with my brows raised.

Slowly, she reaches for her coffee, taking a long, angry sip.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" I murmur, my voice low.

Her grip on the cup tightens. "Peachy."

I smirk. "You sure?"

She glares at the road. "Shut up, Byrns."

I tilt my head, studying her.

A chuckle bursts from me, dark and low.

She’s fuming because she lost her composure.

And I fucking love it!

I pat the car’s dashboard lightly. “Damn, Wanda. I think my girl’s overheating.”

Allie shoots daggers at me.

I’m never letting her live this down.

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ALLISON

Ilost control.

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