Page 23 of Accidental Baby For My Brother’s Best Friend

“Did Jackson hook up with that blue-haired chick?” I ask, wiping my face with a napkin. Being in front of all those lights in the dry heat of Vegas has me sweating profusely.

Samuel shrugs. “I dunno. He took off right after the show.”

I hum, finding that surprising but not completely outside of the realm of possibility. I’m beginning to worry about Jackson, as well as Axel, but tonight, I’m trying not to worry about much of anything.

“What about Axel?”

“Who knows? I’m not their keeper,” Samuel snaps, and that’s surprising, too, even though he’s given me some flack for what had happened the other night with Gemma.

It isn’t until the next morning, when I get up early for once and start to head down to breakfast, that the most surprising thing of all happens.

Axel and I ended up on the same floor of the small hotel, so as I stand in the elevator, I’m looking toward his room, wondering if he made it home. A girl comes out of his room and shuts the door behind her, her hair hanging over her face, and I appreciate the long line of her thighs for a moment before she lifts her head and I can see her face.

The elevator doors close before she can see me, thank God, because this time, the heat rushing to my face isn’t embarrassment at all, but rage.

The woman with the thick thighs I’d been appreciating that just came out of Axel’s room at seven in the morning is none other than Gemma Arden.

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