Page 52 of Menace in Vegas
Allie visibly withers while I immediately nod. I don’t care if they have fifty rooms available. There’sno fucking wayI’m leaving Allie alone in this creepy hellhole.
I pay in cash.
Allie hisses under her breath. "Oh my God, we’re actually going to get murdered."
I sling an arm around her shoulders. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," I murmur. "I’d never let anyone lay a hand on my wife."
She mutters curses, threatening to stab me.
I grin, having the time of my life.
She showers first while I lounge on the bed, tryingnotto think about her naked.
By the time she’s done, she’s still rattled.
"Need coffee," she mutters, grabbing her wallet.
“Just hold up.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed. “Let me grab a shower before it storms, and I’ll go with you.”
She sinks onto the bed, which I take as a sign she’s listening.
For once.
I strip in record time and jump beneath the lukewarm spray.
I’m in such a hurry that I forgot to grab my body wash, so I use hers.
I’m lathered up when I hear the door slam.
“Allie?” I yell.
Silence.
I rinse, shut the water off, and wrap a towel around myself.
I’m dry and dressed in no time.
“Allie?” I yank the bathroom door open.
The room is empty.
“Fuck,” I run a hand through my damp hair. “Why is she so goddamn stubborn?”
* * *
The coffee shopis a few doors down.
I practically jog to get there.
Call it a gut feeling. Intuition. Whatever. But something feelsverywrong.
I yank the door open, my eyes roaming over the small, mostly empty place.
No sign of her.
“What the fuck?”
The gnawing feeling in my gut sharpens into a blade.
