Page 107 of Menace in Vegas

Goodbye, Wanda. Thanks for the memories.

With a sigh, I head to the waiting Uber.

Allie’s going to be pissed when she finds out I let Wanda go without her.But she won’t have time to be sad today.

Not on her wedding day.

I grin the whole ride back to the hotel.

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ALLISON

My eyes pop open, and the first thing I notice is that I’m hugging Connor’s pillow.

I sit up slowly, feeling raw. Emotionally wrecked.

Then I spot the note on the nightstand.

With a smile already tugging at my lips, I unfold the stationery.

Morning, wife-to-be,

I returned Wanda while you were passed out.

She served us well—mostly. I’ll tell the rental guy to handle her with respect.

I know you’ll be pissed you didn’t get to say goodbye. But there’s no time for sadness. Not today.

Try not to panic. You’re safe. You’re mine. And I promise to always take good care of you.

And I’m not letting you run.

– C.

Tears well in my eyes.

How does he infuriate meandmelt my heart at the same time?

A knock on the door pulls me into motion.

I grab the robe and open it, only to be stormed by Harper, Tara, and Chloe.

They’re a flurry of chaos, dressing me and shoving me into a sporty red convertible that Ford apparently rented for the occasion.

Next thing I know, we’re flying along the Vegas strip.

“What’s going on?” I ask, eyes wide.

“Pre-wedding pampering!” Tara yells from the backseat, fist in the air like she’s in a girl-power montage.

“All expenses paid!” Chloe adds, her hair whipping in the wind.

I glance at Harper, who’s calmly steering like we’re not in the middle of a glitter-soaked meltdown.

“Are you seriously okay with this?”

She grins. “Honey, Ford did worse?—”

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