Page 86 of Menace in Vegas

Connor glances over at me.

I wave a hand toward the window. “Allergies.”

He grins, smug as hell, saying nothing.

Fucking unhinged menace.

Breathing through my nose, I feign innocence.

I DIDN’T SAY THAT!!

You didn’t NOT say that.

Jesus! She’s incorrigible!

Harper! Stop!

OMG! YOU TOTALLY DID.

STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS!

Girl! Come on. You went from ‘Connor is the WORST’ to ‘Something happened.’

You think I’m NOT going to read between the lines??

I hate you!

No you don’t. You love me.

AND YOU ALSO LOVE CONNOR.

You’re insane.

I need new friends.

And a non-psycho boyfriend.

Mystomach flips.

Oh, God. I just called Connor my boyfriend.

Breathe, Allie. Don’t freak out!

My phone buzzes again.

Did you or did you not sleep with Connor?

Define "sleep."

OH. MY. GOD.

GIRL!! I KNEW IT!!

YOU ARE SO SCREWED!!

Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.

Ok, ok. Don’t panic. It’s Distraction time. Want Vegas updates?

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