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“Don’t judge me, I’m fucking hungry.”
“We are too,” Grant replies, too quickly. He sounds irritated but sighs again. “What do you want?”
“A twelve-pack of soft tacos.” Violet ends the call before Grant says anything else.
I pull my phone out and check my messages for the first time in hours. Nothing. I have a feeling he won’t answer, but I call Austin anyway. When he doesn’t answer, I send him a string of texts before trying to call again. We’re walking in the Paris hotel, looking at every machine we can possibly see. These casinos don’t make it easy. It’s just a maze of slot machines and tables. But we make our way around twice, checking the bars too. Nothing. So we head through the Paris shops and into Bally’s. This casino is even more hectic. It is just a rectangular room but the machines feel more clustered.
“Is Austin even a gambler?” Violet asks me.
“Honestly, not that I know of. I mean, Vegas is all about gambling, even if you’re not so maybe. But I don’t feel like he’s here.”
I’ve called him a few more times, about every five minutes. I’m exhausted and now pissed off. When I thought about Violet and me spending more time together, this is not what I had in mind.
“Look, neither of us feel like he’s in a casino. Why don’t we just go back to the hotel and check in their room?”
“Kate’s there though. We don’t want to worry her.”
“She’s probably dead ass asleep.”
“And if she isn’t?”
Violet shrugs. “We’ll just tell her that we’re checking in on her before we go back to our room.”
I nod my head. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
We make our way out of Bally’s, sluggishly making our way back to the Palazzo. I think at this point, we’re both on auto-pilot. We’re limping a bit from these shoes. But we make it into the hotel, to the elevator, and up to the top floor, where Kate and Austin’s honeymoon suite is. We’d stopped at the front desk, getting a key. Thankfully the guy at the desk didn’t care enough to check either of our IDs when we said Kate’s name.
Luckily, these hotel doors aren’t like a lot of the other ones I’ve heard about in horror stories. It is quiet, letting us into their room with just a soft click.
The room is pitch black but the moment our eyes adjust, we see the lump of covers in the bed. The large lump. That belongs to two people.
“He’s right fucking here,” I hiss at Violet. I see her give me a look of irritation.
We back out of the room and the moment the door closes, I let the words fall from my mouth. “Those fucking dumbasses. They were so damn convinced he wasn’t here. And he’s right there, sleeping next to his fucking fiancée. We just ran around half the damn strip looking for him.” I know I am being dramatic but I am pissed. I don’t function well when I’m tired. Hell, let’s face it, I’m a bitch when I’m exhausted and don’t have coffee.
“For fucking real,” Violet responds as she calls Grant.
“He’s not here,” Grant answers the phone.
“Yeah, because he’s here.”
“Where’s here?”
“In his hotel room. With Kate. Dead ass asleep.”
Violet
“YES!”I shout as the single line pops up on the test. Not pregnant. Thank the freaking lord. I wrap up the test tightly in toilet paper and toss it in the garbage can.
“You okay in there?” Kate calls and I realize my blunder.
“Yes, just thought I was getting my period but I’m not,” I lie.
“That’s great! We can get you laid.” She giggles. I loved drunk Kate, it isn’t much different than sober Kate except she is more giggly.
We meet back up with Grace and head to the nightclub. This time I order myself a Jack and Coke and enjoy the warm whiskey rushing down my throat. Good lord, I missed alcohol. It will take some time to catch up with my friends but I will pace myself. I still have to climb into bed with Dakota later. Damn, that sounds dirtier than I thought it would. Suddenly I am blushing at the thought of the two of us in bed together.
“Who wants to do shots?” I ask the girls and they cheer, throwing up their arms with a woo.
