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I was surprised that Tavy’s dad was staying at The Rex. The Rex was one of the most luxurious hotels in Las Vegas. It wasn’t even on The Strip. It was just outside the city, and it was sprawling. It rivaled the Bellagio for elegance.
“Why did you bring us here?” Tavy asked. “You could’ve dropped us off at my place.”
“You wanted food. We’ll order room service,” Smoke said. “And I’m not sure I trust you criminals to stay out of trouble.”
Tavy sniggered.
We walked through the opulent, old-world lobby to the elevators. It was all white marble and gold accents. Our heels clacked against the gleaming floor. Heads turned to survey us, and I quickly realized it was because of Smoke. Tavy and I were dressed for a night on the town, but he stuck out with his leather and ink, heavy boots, and don’t fuck with me confidence.
The lobby elevator arrived. I went to the back of the carriage, nestling myself into the corner. Tavy and Smoke stepped in behind me. The doors closed and Smoke turned to press the button for his floor.
The back of Smoke’s leather vest showcased a skull with angel wings along with his club name, Tarnished Angels.
I’d known Tavy’s dad was a biker. She’d told me the first week we’d met as suite mates during our freshman year of college six years ago, but she hadn’t talked about him much after that.
The carriage felt small even though there were only three of us in it. I kept sneaking glances at the back of Smoke’s head and neck. He didn’t look old enough to have a daughter my age.
I didn’t like that I was noticing him. I didn’t like that when we’d accidentally brushed against one another, my body had come alive. I didn’t like that my eyes kept darting back to him, stealing looks when I thought no one was watching.
The elevator opened and I trekked after them to Smoke’s hotel room. He pulled out his keycard and opened the door.
He’d sprung for the deluxe suite. There was a sitting room and full kitchen. Tavy plopped down onto the plush gray couch and reached for the red leather-bound room service menu. She flipped it open. “What do you want to eat, Logan?”
Every calorie dense dessert on the menu.
“Fries,” I lied.
“That’s it?” Tavy asked.
“That’s it,” I said. “We had dinner not two hours ago.”
“Yeah, but drinking,” she reminded me. “Suddenly it’s like you have two stomachs.”
Smoke opened the minibar and pulled out two bottles of European water. He handed one to his daughter and then one to me.
“Drink,” he commanded. “Beat the hangover.”
“I don’t think I’ll be getting a hangover,” I replied, even as I unscrewed the lid. “Once we were in the back of the cop car, I sobered up really fast.”
“You sobered up fast because you puked on the cop’s shoes,” Tavy said.
“Tavy,” I groaned.
“It’s true,” she pointed out.
“Doesn’t mean you have to remind me,” I groused.
“My dad won’t judge. Will you, Dad?”
“No judgment,” Smoke agreed, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. “I did worse in my heyday.”
“Yeah?” Tavy asked with a grin. “Like what?”
He shook his head. “Those days are in the iron vault.”
“Bummer. I would’ve liked to know.” She opened her bottle of water and guzzled a third of it in one go. “Will you order for me? Burger, medium rare, fries, and the chocolate cake with a glass of milk. I want to go shower the smell of jail off of me.”
“We were in jail for barely an hour,” I pointed out with a laugh.
