Page 84 of Menace in Vegas

She gapes at me like I’ve sprouted horns.

I drag my eyes over her, slow and smug. "You were on top of me, sweetheart."

Her cheeks ignite.

“You were the one grinding against me, breathless and wrecked, at the overlook.”

She growls again. The sound is fucking adorable.

“Because you’re mine. You know it. I know it. And soon?"

I glance at her with a grin. "Everyone else will know it too. Once you’re my wife."

She flails in her seat like she’s short-circuiting. “You can’t justsaythings like that!”

“Why not? You already confessed you want more."

“Ugh!” She slaps her thighs. “You’re soinfuriating!”

“You love it." I grin. "Just like I love how completely unhinged you are, my beautiful little firecracker."

She lets out a squeaky noise—half frustration, half flustered—and visibly shivers when I call her beautiful.

She’s utter perfection.

Determination puffs up my chest. I’m going to marry her in Vegas.

Nothing will stop me.

And I can’t fucking wait.

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ALLISON

My phone has been vibrating nonstop during the entire road trip, but I’ve been ignoring it.

I have bigger problems to deal with. Like the six-foot-two hockey menace currently driving me straight into Vegas chaos.

But after the tenth buzz in a few minutes, my phone gets on my nerves enough that I finally give in. Mostly so I don’t strangle Connor and end up in prison. Orange is not my color.

I glance at the screen and immediately regret it.

Fifteen missed texts and four missed calls, all from Harper. Most in all caps.

I sigh and open the messages.

WHERE ARE YOU??

YOU AND CONNOR MISSED THE FLIGHT!!!

ARE YOU DEAD??

DID YOU MURDER HIM??

OMG! DID HE MURDER YOU???

If you don’t answer in five minutes, I’m sending Ford on a manhunt.

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