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I look at him over my shoulder and worry knits his brows. “I’m not hungry.”
He starts to say something else but I don’t stay to listen. I slide into the chair across from Cade and he eyes my orange juice. “Hung over?” He asks.
“Yep,” I lie. I might’ve woken up that way, but the whole We got married thing sobered me up real fast.
I sip my orange juice as Xander pulls out the chair between Cade and me and sits down. I expect him to protest on the not eating thing some more but instead he hands me a granola bar and says, “Just in case you get hungry on the flight.”
Always worrying about me. “Thanks.” I tuck the bar in my purse and thankfully Cade pulls him into conversation and I’m left with my thoughts.
I have no idea what Xander has planned for us to ditch Cade but I hope it’s good. Cade’s not stupid and he’ll figured it out if it’s not a believable lie.
I begin to worry that Xander’s not going to say anything as we throw away our trash and head outside to the waiting taxi line. We start for the first taxi and the driver hops out to help with the luggage.
“Shoot,” Xander says, patting his pockets. “I left my phone.”
“You left your phone?” I repeat, like really? That’s the best you could come up with?
Cade looks over at Xander in disbelief. “Seriously, dude?”
Xander’s shoulders sag. “You got me, that was a lie.” I gasp. He has to be kidding me. He can’t tell— “Thea told me she wanted to go to the observation deck at the Stratosphere before we left and I promised I’d take her. You know I don’t like to break promises.”
“Our flight leaves in two hours,” Cade warns. “Couldn’t you have done this yesterday?”
Xander shrugs. “There wasn’t any time.”
You know, because we were too busy getting drunk, married, and fucking like rabbits. Logistics, though.
Cade sighs. “I suppose we can go.”
Xander shakes his head. “Maybe you should go on ahead? That way—on the off chance we’d miss the flight, you don’t. I’m sure Rae would be upset if she didn’t get to see you soon.”
Cade purses his lips and his eyes narrow in thought. I expect him to argue but instead he shrugs. “You’re right,” Cade agrees. “Keep an eye on her.” He points a warning finger at Xander.
Despite the fact that I’m nineteen—almost twenty—Cade still treats me like I’m a little girl. He’s always been the protective type and while it can be annoying, I know he does it from the best place in his heart.
“And try,” he pleads, “to not miss the flight.”
Xander salutes him. “I’ll do my best.”
The two of us wheel our bags to the sidewalk and watch as Cade gets in the taxi and leaves.
“Stage one, complete,” Xander chimes.
“What’s stage two?” I ask.
His dark eyes squint from the bright Vegas sun and he looks toward all the buildings on the strip. “Finding the church.”
