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I snort and Dex lets out a laugh. The warm heat of his breath fans over my neck and shoulder.
"What do you think, Baby?" Dex asks, leaning in close. "Wanna visit Sin City again?"
"Holy shit, Sinner," Ryder St. James says, popping up on camera at Lyric's side. "We're getting married in your city."
Dex groans, "That was terrible."
"It really was," Kitten says, nodding. "Digital high five."
"I have to speak to my doctor," I tell her, biting my lip. Traveling is the last thing I want to do.
"Good," Saint says. "Handle that and get back to us. Don't make us wait for that baby to be born." He jabs a finger at the phone, disconnecting the call.
"We don't even have to ask," Dex offers. "We can pretend she said no and move on. They can wait. They'll survive."
"I can't do that to Kitten," I whisper, frowning.
"I knew you were going to say that." Dex sighs. "I had to try. I want to be at the appointment. If there's any risk, then Kitten and Saint will just have to wait."
"That's fair," I agree.
"We don't have to get on the plane," Issac grumbles. His eyes study my face like he's desperate for any indication I'm willing to back out of going to Vegas.
We all love Kitten to pieces, but none of the guys were especially pleased with the idea of us traveling so far. It's days before my doctor said I have to cut off all travel. She okayedthe trip, but by the skin of our teeth. Not to mention we were in Vegas less than a month ago. Although, to be fair, St. James hadn't proposed yet when we were here last… so I guess it makes sense why we have to head back now.
"No, Jamen set up the flight for us. I can't back out at the last minute," I say, shaking my head.
I can't do that to Kitten. I won't. She's the one person besides the guys who I trust implicitly. I trust St. James, too, but not to the level of unwavering devotion I feel toward Lyric Sinclair.
"If you're sure," Issac agrees with a nod. His face is full of tension.
I'm tired and cranky and swollen. It's not exactly like I want to get on a plane, but it's an important day for our friends. We can't miss it.
"Vegas is not a pregnant lady's delight," Vince grumbles, scratching at his beard. He's quite cranky, despite this flight being private not commercial.
He's a terrible traveler. All the time. No matter what.
"I can't believe my sister is settling for that dickwad," Marcus grumbles, picking at his black nail polish.
"Ryder St. James loves Lyric. It's obviously mutual," Jude says. He's much more laid back. The trip isn't bothering him in the least.
"Yeah," Marcus scoffs. "Sure."
"You think you have room to talk? You constantly fucked with them. Causing trouble and giving them hell." Vince glares at Marcus.
Marcus simply flicks Vince off.
"You're such a dick," Vince growls.
Issac has an arm around my shoulder but I stretch forward, grabbing one of Vince's hands before he can stomp over to Marcus.
I pull him a few feet away.
"He's hurting from his own heartbreak," I say, studying Vince's face. He's quite pissed on Lyric's behalf, and it's sweet as hell. "He's an antagonistic asshole who enjoys getting a rise out of people. It helps distract him from his own pain. Ignore him, please?" I whisper, still holding his hand.
"You know how I feel about the kid. He fucked with her so bad," Vince grumbles, running a hand through his short hair. "I'm never going to be his biggest fan."
"I understand that," I agree, squeezing his fingers. "But Lyric is trying to get to know him and build some kind of relationship. So maybe hate him quietly?" I suggest.
