Page 87 of Menace in Vegas

Yes. Please!

Anything to take my mind off the trainwreck my life has become since I set out on this road trip with Connor fucking psycho Byrns!

Gram found a casino that lets her drink for free as long as she keeps playing penny slots.

She also stole Ford’s wallet and made a “small investment” at roulette.

Define “small.”

She won $3K and tried to convince Ford to buy her a pet monkey.

He’s losing his mind.

I giggle at the thought. Of course, Gram did something crazy like that. Her shenanigans are legendary.

Jake and Cole might have been kicked out of a strip club.

What do you mean, you THINK??

It’s been hell. I’m not even sure I know my own name right now.

When are you getting here?

Soon.

What do you mean “soon”??

We’re on our way. Kinda got detoured

Detoured? From an accident.

Not exactly.

Something serious is going on with you two.

OMG! ARE YOU ABOUT TO HAVE A VEGAS WEDDING???

This is uncanny! Is Harper psychic now?

I throw my phone across the car and cross my arms, irritated as hell.

Connor smirks, his eyes on the road. "Harper, huh?"

“I hate you," I mutter in response.

He chuckles. "No, baby. You don’t."

I consider throwingmyselfout the window.

But what if I survive and end up in the hospital? Connor would tell the staff we’re married and take over my care.

My breaths rasp from my lungs.

Fuck. I need to think about anything else before I spiral into a full panic attack.

Connor shifts in the seat beside me.

I glance over, taking in the smug expression on his handsome yet annoying-as-sin face.

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