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“Let me pay,” Link said, touching her arm.
Emma pulled away, leading them towards the elevators. “You’ve paid for every other hotel on this trip. Let me get this one.”
“Let me at least pay my half.”
She entered the otherwise empty elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor. The only button higher was the penthouse suite. “Just drop it, Link.”
“How much?” he growled.
“Eight.” She sighed.
“Eight hundred? A night?”
His shock made her smile. “No, eight thousand, per room, per night.”
His mouth dropped open as the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor and another couple entered, effectively ending the conversation.
Emma inched closer to Link and whispered, “Enjoy the perks. Let’s live it up in Vegas. We’ll order room service, unless you want to take advantage of the personal chef offered with each of our rooms. We can drink fine champagne and get a massage. Dad wanted us to have fun on this trip. So, let loose and swallow that pride.”
The door opened on the tenth floor, and they filed out before turning down the hall to their respective doors. Emma used the first key card and opened the door. There was a room service table with a six-pack of Sand Dune’s IPA chilling in the mini fridge, as per her request, along with a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries—a little something special she had prepared for him. “This room is yours.”
Link stepped in, taking in the large space. Next to the door was a vase with fresh flowers. Farther down was the sitting room with overstuffed couches and pillows with a few fuzzy throw blankets. A mirrored table holding more arranged flowers sat between the couch and a couple of matching chairs. The walls looking out over the city were all reflective, coated glass from floor to ceiling, so guests could see out, but no one could see in.
“It’s huge.”
Emma snorted. “That’s what she said.”
Link gave her an unimpressed look.
“Through that door is your giant room, fit for a king, and an equally embarrassing fancy closet and bathroom. If you get lost, just call me,” she teased.
Knock. Knock.
“That would be your luggage, your highness.” She walked to the door, but Link beat her to it.
He opened it, positioning his body in front of it, blocking her view to whomever was there as if to protect her. A pang of gratitude flit through her. Link widened the door and accepted the baggage from the bellhop.
After getting their luggage settled, Emma walked past him and across the hall. She opened her door and turned to lean against the entrance of her room. He mirrored her actions, crossing his arms and waiting expectantly.
“Let’s go out tonight. See the town.”
“Is that a good idea, Miss Famous?” He arched one perfect eyebrow.
She smiled. “It’s much easier to hide here.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be out alone. We should stick together. Where do you want to go?”
“Hmmm, strip club?”
He shook his head. “No way in hell am I going to a strip club with my sister.”
So, they were back to this: Link pushing her away and making it clear she was completely off his radar.
“When in Rome.” She shrugged.
He rubbed a hand over his face. “How about a club?”
“I can do that. Enjoy your massage, order some dinner, and we’ll meet up at eight?”
