Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“That seems reasonable,” Sloane agreed.
“I’m sorry, what?” Sam nearly yelled the second time.
“I think maybe you wait and see them tomorrow,” Kendra suggested, slipping her arm through mine. “Because Tony’s an ass, and now he’s drunk, and if he sees you, or me, he’s going to say something stupid and Sam will gut him.”
My husband was trying to stare a hole through me.
“So let’s maybe not do that tonight.”
“I second that,” Sloane announced. “Skip the bad scene.”
I texted Michael, said we were going to bow out, as we’d been invited out for tiki drinks by new friends, and assured him that we would rendezvous the following day.
In the cab to the Golden Tiger, Sam asked me what Tony had said.
“It really doesn’t bear repeating,” I told him. “And I don’t want you upset. Let’s just have fun.”
He was not happy, but he put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze.
The Golden Tiger had ambience to spare. There were shrunken heads, some X-rated porthole windows of two male sailors, a female mermaid and a female sailor, a female octopus and two female sailors, and a man who looked like a captain and a cabin boy.
“I’m scandalized,” I told Sloane, who nearly drowned on her mai tai.
As promised, there was a wonderful ska band, performing live, and the band members moved through the crowd in the main room. The drinks were expertly mixed, and there was a room in the back where we were led with only a few people, and bonus, they all had brought their dogs with them.
“I love it here,” I told my new friends.
“I knew you would,” Sloane said, wrapping her arms around me to give me a hug.
Even when it got more crowded, no one came over to hit on our beautiful companions. Instead a nice man asked me to watch his pittie mix, whose name was Maggie May, while he went to the bathroom. She was very sweet and sat happily between Sam and me.
As it got later and later, I was ready to go, but like my husband, I was not comfortable leaving our companions. When I saw Bryce and DJ walk in, I was relieved. They insisted on driving Sam and me back to our hotel, no cab for us, as both men appreciated me and Sam being Sloane and Kendra’s escorts for the evening. Of course they were both excited to meet the chief deputy and had to brief him on the op they had been working earlier in the evening on the way to DJ’s SUV.
The luck of me, with a gorgeous woman on each arm, walking through the parking lot and it being Michael and Sandy’s brothers and Tony passing us, was astronomical. Maybe it was me and Kendra together, with our collective trouble magnet power.
“What the hell,” I said under my breath.
“It’s a really popular place,” Sloane imparted.
“For fuck’s sake, what does a fag need with two fine pieces of ass like that?”
“Shit,” Michael only had enough time to gasp.
I felt a bit bad for Tony, who was grabbed by the throat, wrenched off his feet, and hurled up against DJ’s SUV. He was pinned there with an iron grip on his shoulder.
“The fuck did you just say to my husband and these two women?”
Tony did the only thing in the world that could have saved him at that moment. He retched loudly, and Kendra, Sloane, and I all yelled at Sam at the same time.
Leaping backward, the maneuver quite graceful, my husband was clear of the splash zone as Tony threw up what I could only assume was everything he’d eaten and drunk since arriving in Sin City.
“Aww, man,” DJ groaned, because quite a bit of it got on the back of his vehicle. “I’m gonna have to run through a carwash tomorrow.”
“Tonight,” Kendra corrected him. “Honey, as a nurse I can tell you that stomach acid is not good for paint.”
“Awww, man,” DJ whined again.
That was another thing. Tony had seen only two hot girls, not two accomplished young women, one an ER nurse and the other a high school social studies teacher.
“I think,” I said, turning to Michael, “that you should get your friend back to his room, and tomorrow, we can meet for breakfast or lunch, whichever’s better, and then you and your friends can have your bachelor blowout weekend, and Sam and I will keep up the hunt for a new pair of sunglasses for Kola. We’re not bachelor-party guys anymore, but we’re definitely meet-you-for-a-nice-dinner guys.”
“Except for him,” Sam told his brother, pointing at Tony. “He needs to stay clear of me. Understood?”
Michael nodded.
Chip and Buck were both eyeing Sam warily, and Tony even more so. They finally got barfing man up and moved away from the SUV so we could all load in.