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“He’s always fuming,” I mumble.
“This is unlike you, Hansley.”
“Then you don’t know me that well.”
“Oh. So getting married to strangers in Vegas is your thing?”
“Nice kink, right?”
“I have to admit. I never thought you’d settle down so soon. Congratulations.”
My eyes sweep the crowded foyer. I look for a woman with brown skin, long black hair and gorgeous curves sucked into a tight black dress. “You got a point, T?”
“No point. Just an observation.”
Brett’s voice booms in the background. “Is that Hansley?”
“I should go before he starts up again. We’ll be there in about an hour, okay?”
“Wait. Do you happen to have Asia’s number?”
“You don't know your own wife’s phone number?” There’s laughter in her tone.
“Can you just send it to me?”
“Sorry. Her information’s back at the agency and even if I had her number, I can’t just give it to you. That’s against company policy.”
“Whatever,” I grumble.
“See you later. Make sure I don’t have to go around looking for you.”
Click.
So damn feisty.
I tuck the phone back into my pocket and head to the dining room. Long chandeliers dangle from the ceiling. Red walls and heavy drapery add a Victorian feel to the giant space.
People from all over the world recline in comfortable booths or line the fancy buffet. Forks clatter over china. Beneath the clank of metal, quiet jazz plays.
I’m just about to lose my flipping mind when I spot Asia and Spring Bean in the line of customers waiting to enter the dining room.
Relief seeps through me. Followed by annoyance.
I’m glad they decided to stay in the hotel because it made it easier to find her, but the bastard didn’t have the decency to take her somewhere she could sit comfortably.
My eyes trail Asia’s long legs as she squirms in line, one arm wrapped around her stomach and the other clinging to the strap of her purse. The air-conditioning is dialed to ‘Antartica’ and she’s shivering in that short dress.
Every so often, someone will glance in her direction and whisper about her.
Asia tosses her head up and pretends she doesn’t notice, but I can tell that she’s affected by it. Her bottom lip is being tortured by her top teeth right now.
The men in the room have no problem with the skin she’s showing, but women are moving their children away and sending her dark glares, probably wondering why she's dressed for the club at breakfast.
String Bean does nothing to make her feel comfortable. Despite the fact that he’s the one who insisted she talk to him, he’s inching himself ahead of her so it looks like they’re not together.
Damn.
Can I just slug him in the face?
