Page 110 of Menace in Vegas

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Harper grins like a feral raccoon.

The flowers are exactly what I always talk about on my IG stories.

Tara whispers, “Are those?—”

Chloe grabs the card before I can, reading it aloud. “For my future wife. Vegas has never looked better because of you. Love, Connor.”

My face burns. My heart clenches.

What is this man doing to me?

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I’min a pedicure chair when another knock sounds.

A spa employee walks in with a Starbucks cup and a small bag.“Iced caramel mocha and a chocolate croissant for Allie Payne.”

I stare in disbelief.Those are my favorites.

“You okay?” Harper asks, trying not to laugh.

Tara fans herself while Chloe giggles at my reaction.

I reach for the note attached to the cup. It’s Connor’s messy scrawl.

As I silently read it, my breath catches and my heart squeezes.

My Wife,

Fuel up, baby. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.

You’re all mine.

– Your Husband

My defenses crumble.

I sip the coffee and stare at the flowers.

Harper raises her mimosa. “To Mrs. Byrns!”

Tara cheers.

Chloe kicks her feet and gets scolded by the spa tech.

I groan, but don’t correct them.

Because Connor’s winning me over.

And the worst part?

I want him to.

I want every piece of that chaotic man.

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ALLISON

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