Page 106 of A Match Made in Vegas


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She huffs. "I read books."

"It's from a play."

"Even better. Theater is on a stage."

"Your songwriting makes you an expert in theater?" I ask.

"I'm sorry. We can't all read literary icons like John Grisham."

My lips curl into a smile. I walked into that one. "Keep me company until Daph is ready to talk."

"Daph?" She raises a brow. "You call her Daph now?"

"She is my wife." My eyes go to my watch. The one she teased me about. "For a few days at least." I don't have a license in Nevada. I can't oversee the divorce here.

Again, Cassie raises a brow, but she nodssure. "Want to lose at 500 rummy?"

"Do you have a deck of cards?"

"No, but they should have one downstairs."

We take our iced teas and head down to the gift shop, buy candy, trinkets, and a few decks of cards.

When we get back, we fall into an easy rhythm for a few hours.

I forget I married her best friend last night. I order room service, I drink cups and cups of tea, I lose to my sister.

And then I see something that changes things.

An email from my boss. He heard the news from Rip. He saw the pictures.

He's glad I finally tied the knot with my girlfriend.

Does he know about the frisky business on the phone too?

Fuck.

No. Rip wouldn't spell it out.

And even if he did—

It's different if it's my wife.

I know enough about the world to know that much.

As far as he knows, I've been seeing Daphne for a long time.

As far as he knows, I made an intelligent, albeit impulsive, adult decision.

I'm finally a married man.

And I'm finally invited to dinner at his house. With his family.

Next weekend.

This is a career maker.

The thing that will make me partner.

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