Page 70 of Menace in Vegas

Inwardly, I’m gloating.

The waitress returns and we order.

When she leaves, Allie turns toward the window, her expression a mask of misery.

With a sigh, she grabs her phone from her purse.

I sip my Coke and glance down, laughing when I spot all the missed calls and unread texts from Harper.

She scowls and angles the phone away from me like that’ll stop me.

She has no idea I already know everything on it. Stryker mirrored her phone when she was in the shower.

I’ve seen every text. Every missed call.

Including the ones from Harper begging her to explain where the hell she is.

* * *

The food arrives,and I spot an opportunity.

I grab a fry from my plate, blow on it, and hold it up to her lips.

“Here, baby," I murmur. "Open up."

Her eyes snap to mine.

“What? No."

I smirk. "C’mon, sweetheart. Just one bite."

She glares as I drag the fry across her lips.

A strangled noise escapes her throat."Connor."

I raise a brow. "You really gonna let my food go to waste?"

Her nostrils flare.

Then she grabs my wrist, locks eyes with me, and bites the fry hard like she’s imagining it’s my dick.

I chuckle. "That’s my girl."

She grabs a fry from her plate and throws it in my face.

I laugh harder.

Fucking adorable.

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ALLISON

I’ve made a decision. I’m not speaking to the arrogant jackass.

I will not engage.

I will not react.

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