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“You can do that?” Sarah asked, gaping at her.
Abby nodded. “Of course I can do that.”
Sarah looked at her husband. “Let’s…” she said, “Let’s go to Vegas.”
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Abby had arranged for a shuttle to pick them up at the airport and take them to the Canyon. The sun was fierce, as it always was in mid afternoon, and she was wearing her sunglasses. But they did little to dull the sparkle of the Coral Canyon with its shimmering facade, bright white and tinted glass with lush palm trees lining the front. She still thought it was the best hotel on the Strip, though she admitted to herself that she might be biased. The lobby’s marble floors gleamed and the off-white walls made it seem a cool oasis in contrast to the desert.
They didn’t even have to check in. Chase had been standing by, ready to spring into action when they arrived. Before she finished hugging him, their suitcases were whisked away to the upper floors where Abby had reserved several rooms that were connected via a large sitting room.
Their sitting room had large floor to ceiling windows that over looked the Strip. It was fairly impressive now, during the day, but Abby knew when the sun went down and the lights came up, they’d have a glittering view of one the most amazing cities in the world.
Sarah flung herself at Abby and nearly started crying. Abby laughed.
“It’s so beautiful!”
“I know,” Abby agreed. “I’ve always loved it. It really is the best hotel on the Strip. It’s got the best views, the best pools, the best casinos. And we’ll hit the shops downstairs tomorrow. They’re some of the best in town.” She looked around at the men who were also admiring the view. “But tonight’s a busy night,” Abby announced. “So you’ve got two hours to shower and get dressed because this town moves fast, gentlemen, and you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
Easy glanced at her over his shoulder. “You mean we’ve got like an itinerary and stuff? We can’t just hang?”
Abby smirked at him. “Jimmy, why would you settle for just hanging in the entertainment capital of the world?”
Easy frowned. “But there’s bars, and a pool, and strippers, and-”
“Jimmy,” Abby said again, shaking her head. “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.” She put her hand on his back and steered him toward the bedroom he’d chosen for himself. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. Something I don’t tell a lot of people.”
Easy narrowed his eyes. “Oh, yeah? What?”
“I run this town.”
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Abby led the group out the hotel’s front doors and onto the sidewalk of the circular drive. “I arranged transportation for you guys,” she announced, nodding in the direction of the hotel’s garage to the left. “They’ll pick you up here.”
“Are we all going together?” Easy asked, eyeing the size of the group.
Abby shook her head. “Slick and I are on the town tonight. Try not to get into too much trouble.”
“What are-?” Easy started to ask, but Abby turned her head in the direction of the garage again.
“Here’s your ride,” she announced.
“Oh, shit!” said Hawk as a sleek black Hummer limo glided onto the asphalt and pulled up to the curb. The driver’s side door opened and an older man in a dark blue trouser suit and a button down overcoat stepped out.
Abby beamed at him and as he approached the sidewalk, she threw her arms around him. “Guys,” she announced. “This is Walter. He’s going to be taking care of you tonight while Slick and I are on an adventure of our own.”
The older man smiled and nodded to the group, then turned to Abby. “I’m afraid the car you ordered isn’t coming, Abby.”
Abby’s face fell. “Walter, Chase swore to me he ordered these cars.”
Walter’s grin perfectly mirrored Abby’s frown. He slid his arms around her shoulders and squeeze. Turning her around he said, “I know, honey. But the boys got wind that the cars were for you. And, well, they just couldn’t let you out on the Strip in a Lincoln Town Car.”
As the group watched, a gorgeous blue and white ‘53 caddy with the top down made the corner and pulled up behind the Hummer.
“Whoa,” said Easy.
Abby gasped. “Oh, Walter!”
Walter squeezed her shoulders again. “When you go,” he told you, “you go in style.”
The driver got out and handed Abby the keys with a wink. Abby squealed and turned to Sarah. “Your chariot awaits, Thelma!”
Sarah made an excited squeak of her own and threw open the passenger door.
Abby adjusted the rearview mirror. “Take care of our boys, Walter!”
The older man smiled and gave her a small wave. “Will do,” he promised.
Abby gave the men her own wave. “Have a good night, boys!” she called before she peeled away from the curb and headed toward the main drag.
