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“Then found out she was actually a man,” he tells me.

“What?” I gasp and look back at the woman.

“Luckily, I found out before we got too far.”

“Oh my God. That had to be an awkward conversation.”

“Actually,” he says, scrubbing his hand over his chin. “Monique was quite understanding. I felt like a fucking idiot.”

Thankfully, the rest of our dinner goes back to silly stories and laughter, not having to think about Sutton for a little while.

“Thank you,” I tell Anthony as we head out of the restaurant. “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Are you sure I can’t give you a ride?”

“I want to walk. I need some time to clear my head.”

“Be safe,” he tells me before he climbs into the car the valet just pulled up for him. “Oh, and Kat?”

“Yeah?”

“At least consider giving this guy another chance. You’re clearly still in love with him, and from what I saw, there’s no doubt he still loves you. We all make mistakes. What matters is what we learn from them.”

Watching Anthony drive away, his words stick in my mind.

Chapter 25

Kat

“Hey, Jessie, what’s up?” My cell is in my hand on speakerphone, leaving her panicked voice for all the world to hear. At least the people walking the Vegas strip.

“Complaints. So many complaints. Noise. Things breaking,” she rattles off.

Sutton.

“I’ll be there in five. Just let everyone know it’s being handled and comp them a free dinner in one of the restaurants.”

Doing an about-face, I head toward the Sapphire. I’m slightly tipsy and a whole lot sad, but there’s no rest for the wicked, certainly not when Sutton’s involved.

When I exit the elevator on Sutton’s floor, Mac is standing at the door.

“Hey, Kat,” Mac yells over the noise.

“You have to stop this,” I shout back.

“What? I can’t hear you?”

I would think it’s some sort of joke, but I can barely hear myself, let alone him. The music is insanely loud, worse than any concert I’ve been to, and there’s an abundance of drunk men and women streaming in and out of the room.

“Where is he?”

When Mac doesn’t answer, I grab for the door handle.

“You can’t go in there.”

“Like hell, I can’t.” I push through, knowing damn well he won’t physically stop me.

Stepping into the room is like stepping into an alternate universe. I’ve seen a lot in my years at the Sapphire, but nothing like this. There are so many people tucked into the room, I can barely move, far exceeding the ordinance for the fire code, not to mention several dozen other laws.

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