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James?”
“No.” She lifted her chin. “All by myself. To see if the city lives up to the commercials. To have a blowout weekend of pure, unadulterated fun.” She picked up her suitcase.
“That’s not a very big suitcase.”
“I don’t plan to be wearing much,” she said cheerfully. “See you later, neighbor.”
Perry stood stock still, watching her walk away, her ponytail and rear end swinging. Damn.
“W-wait,” he called, locking his door and hurrying to catch up with her on the stairs. “Are
you planning to gamble?”
“Yes,” she answered, trotting down the stairs happily.
“But do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, do you know how to gamble?”
“Nope,” she said as they reached the parking garage. “But I’m going to try everything.”
“Vegas can be a dangerous place,” he warned.
She opened her car door and tossed her suitcase inside. “I hope so! Bye.”
Perry stood helplessly and watched her drive away. Because of the stupid things he’d said,
she was going to Vegas to do God knows what, unaware that there were hordes of professional
con men out there who would see her coming a mile away.
Any man who had sisters was sensitive to the trouble naive young women could
unwittingly find themselves in, especially if they were looking for a little attention.
After all, Perry thought with a frown, men were basically jerks who were driven by the
need to satisfy their own selfish desires.
It takes one to know one, Brewer.
Rankled, he climbed into his SUV and loosened his tie, his mind swirling with possible
scenarios. Someone could slip a mickey in her drink. Rob her. Assault her. Or charm her into
bed. Spend her money. She could come home broke…injured.
Or with a disease…
All because of what he’d said.
Perry set his jaw, then opened his cell phone and called his office. Theresa answered on the
first ring.
“You’re late.”
“I’ve decided to take that vacation after all,” he said. “I’ll be back in the office Monday
morning.”
“Mind if I ask where you’re going?”
“I’m going to Vegas.”
Chapter 9
Jane had never flown first class before—it was like traveling in a private coach, with flight attendants at your beck and call, and more food and drink than she could possibly consume. But even the in-flight movie couldn’t keep her mind off the words she’d spoken with such bravado to Perry Brewer. She wouldn’t be wearing very many clothes? She wanted to try everything in
Vegas? She hoped it was dangerous? The words had spilled out of her mouth as if she were a
different person.
Was it, she wondered, the voice of her inner wild child that Bette Valentine had told her
was dying to get out?
Over a glass of pinot noir and a dish of warm nuts, she thought of James and shook her
head. He had arrived on her doorstep with a lame apology for his behavior and thought he could convince her to pick up where they’d left off.
She’d allowed him to drink a glass of wine and make a play for her affections.
But when he’d suggested that they give their relationship another try, she’d told him
unequivocally, irrevocably, absolutely no. James had been shocked, then angry. And then he’d
recovered his composure and told her that she could call him when she got lonely.
It was then that she’d decided that she wasn’t going to get lonely—that she was going
somewhere far away from Atlanta for that wild, anonymous weekend she’d dreamed of.
But as the wheels of the plane touched down, her heart hammered against her chest at the
thought of living up to her rash words.
Was she really prepared to hook up with a complete stranger?
Her cell phone rang while she waited for a taxi. She glanced at the screen and smiled—it
was Eve—then connected the call.
“Hi.”
“Where are you?” Eve asked. “I’ve called a dozen times.”
Jane wet her lips. “I’m in Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Eve sounded incredulous. “Las Vegas? You’re
“No.” She lifted her chin. “All by myself. To see if the city lives up to the commercials. To have a blowout weekend of pure, unadulterated fun.” She picked up her suitcase.
“That’s not a very big suitcase.”
“I don’t plan to be wearing much,” she said cheerfully. “See you later, neighbor.”
Perry stood stock still, watching her walk away, her ponytail and rear end swinging. Damn.
“W-wait,” he called, locking his door and hurrying to catch up with her on the stairs. “Are
you planning to gamble?”
“Yes,” she answered, trotting down the stairs happily.
“But do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, do you know how to gamble?”
“Nope,” she said as they reached the parking garage. “But I’m going to try everything.”
“Vegas can be a dangerous place,” he warned.
She opened her car door and tossed her suitcase inside. “I hope so! Bye.”
Perry stood helplessly and watched her drive away. Because of the stupid things he’d said,
she was going to Vegas to do God knows what, unaware that there were hordes of professional
con men out there who would see her coming a mile away.
Any man who had sisters was sensitive to the trouble naive young women could
unwittingly find themselves in, especially if they were looking for a little attention.
After all, Perry thought with a frown, men were basically jerks who were driven by the
need to satisfy their own selfish desires.
It takes one to know one, Brewer.
Rankled, he climbed into his SUV and loosened his tie, his mind swirling with possible
scenarios. Someone could slip a mickey in her drink. Rob her. Assault her. Or charm her into
bed. Spend her money. She could come home broke…injured.
Or with a disease…
All because of what he’d said.
Perry set his jaw, then opened his cell phone and called his office. Theresa answered on the
first ring.
“You’re late.”
“I’ve decided to take that vacation after all,” he said. “I’ll be back in the office Monday
morning.”
“Mind if I ask where you’re going?”
“I’m going to Vegas.”
Chapter 9
Jane had never flown first class before—it was like traveling in a private coach, with flight attendants at your beck and call, and more food and drink than she could possibly consume. But even the in-flight movie couldn’t keep her mind off the words she’d spoken with such bravado to Perry Brewer. She wouldn’t be wearing very many clothes? She wanted to try everything in
Vegas? She hoped it was dangerous? The words had spilled out of her mouth as if she were a
different person.
Was it, she wondered, the voice of her inner wild child that Bette Valentine had told her
was dying to get out?
Over a glass of pinot noir and a dish of warm nuts, she thought of James and shook her
head. He had arrived on her doorstep with a lame apology for his behavior and thought he could convince her to pick up where they’d left off.
She’d allowed him to drink a glass of wine and make a play for her affections.
But when he’d suggested that they give their relationship another try, she’d told him
unequivocally, irrevocably, absolutely no. James had been shocked, then angry. And then he’d
recovered his composure and told her that she could call him when she got lonely.
It was then that she’d decided that she wasn’t going to get lonely—that she was going
somewhere far away from Atlanta for that wild, anonymous weekend she’d dreamed of.
But as the wheels of the plane touched down, her heart hammered against her chest at the
thought of living up to her rash words.
Was she really prepared to hook up with a complete stranger?
Her cell phone rang while she waited for a taxi. She glanced at the screen and smiled—it
was Eve—then connected the call.
“Hi.”
“Where are you?” Eve asked. “I’ve called a dozen times.”
Jane wet her lips. “I’m in Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Eve sounded incredulous. “Las Vegas? You’re
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