Page 42 of Menace in Vegas

But I’m kind of hoping I don’t need to resort to that option.

I’m hoping she’ll admit her feelings without me driving her somewhere remote in that cigarette-smelling station wagon and forcing her to marry me.

My phone beeps, but I ignore it.

The team group text has been going nuts for days.

But I’m M.I.A.

All I can focus on is Allie.

And the fact that no matter what she says, she already belongs to me.

* * *

The next morning,I’m checking out of the motel.

Allie is a short distance away, digging in her bag for something, paying no attention to her surroundings.

I see him before she does.

Some tall, smug jackass looking at her like she’s something he can just take.

Every muscle in my body tenses as the clerk takes her sweet time, chattering away like there isn’t some random asshole trying to stealmygirl.

Yeah, I thought it.

My girl.

Mine.

He closes the distance between them.

His hand reaches out, and the fucker grabs her waist.

I fucking snap.

I move so fast, I barely register it.

One second, I’m across the lobby, and the next, I’m in front of them, ripping his hand off her, shoving him hard.

He stumbles back, hitting the counter.

His eyes are wide as he stares at me.

I probably resemble a fire-breathing dragon with flaring nostrils and a savage expression.

My pulse pounds in my neck.

My breaths rasp loudly from my lips.

Adrenaline courses through my veins like molten lava.

I step closer, getting in his face.

He needs to understand he just made the worstmistake of his life.

"You think you can touch her?"

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