Page 27 of Theirs to Treasure

“You will never know how that might have worked out.”

Like he had earlier, Zev offers me his elbow, and I take it. Far less risky than touching Forrest.

Forrest leads the way to the elevator that I’d ridden in earlier with Zev—one I hadn’t known existed.

Instead of walking through the casino area where the main entrance is located, we head deeper into the resort.

We leave through a much smaller, private exit, and a vehicle is waiting for us.

Fancy.

How many times have I had that exact same thought since I met them? Edward may have had wealth, but not on this level.

Once we’re in the car, I can’t help but glance over my shoulder like I had earlier in the rideshare. Just in case.

The limo is comfortably air-conditioned, and Zev offers me a glass of champagne.

Though I’m tempted, I refuse. “I’m good for right now.” At least until I’ve had food…something other than the cupcake I’m craving.

When we arrive—again, not at the Strip-facing front of the building—we’re greeted by a woman dressed in a sharp business suit.

“Welcome to the Royal Sterling. I’m Julia, your personal concierge.”

She and Forrest step to one side for a private conversation.

Wondering what’s going on, I look at Zev.

Seemingly unconcerned, he shrugs.

As I watch the pair surreptitiously, I see Forrest touch his finger to the screen of the woman’s phone.

Less than a minute later, their conversation is over, and Julia guides us to an elevator. The four of us are whisked skyward to a private dining room.

I’m not sure if Forrest has made arrangements ahead of time, but there is already a basket containing a selection of breads on the table, along with two different kinds of butter and a small plate filled with olive oil.

The table is adorned with a white tablecloth and a small silver vase filled with tiny, bright flowers. A tall, silver ice bucket stands nearby, and an expensive bottle of bubbly is chilling inside it.

I’m drawn to the magnificent view of downtown Las Vegas. If I’m not mistaken, I see the Bella Rosa in the far distance.

The other direction is L’Impero, and I stifle a shudder.

For the first time, I wonder what’s happened in the aftermath of my grand escape.

Maybe my mother shoved my little sister down the aisle in my place. If so, she’s now married to Edward. Seems fitting since they’ve already consummated the relationship.

Do they care that I vanished?

Are they still trying to find me? I shudder. Maybe so, especially if Edward thought to cut off my credit card.

Then I realize that if he’s logged into his account, he can see where I used the card.

Which makes me glad that Forrest made the decision to bring us here for dinner.

If Edward is looking for me, at least I’m not there.

“Enjoy your evening,” the concierge says, bringing me back to the present. “Please let me know if I can do anything to make your visit more enjoyable.”

With a tiny nod, she’s gone, and in her place is a server wearing a black jacket.

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