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I shook my head firmly. “Absolutely not. It's your wedding weekend. I'm not crashing your pre-wedding romantic time.”

“You could stay with James and me,” Kali offered, though her expression suggested she already knew my answer. “We only have one bed, but we could make a pillow fort situation, or…”

“No,” I cut her off. “You guys are also newlyweds. I'm not sleeping on the floor. I'm twenty-eight, not eight. My back can't handle that kind of punishment anymore.”

“You could crash with me,” Dallas said from behind me, and I could hear the humor in his voice without even turning around. “I don't bite. Unless you ask nicely.”

My lip curled into a snarl as I spun to face him. “I'd rather sleep in the fountain outside.”

“The fountain's lovely this time of year,” he agreed. “Very romantic. Also illegal, but I support your choices.”

“He ended up with a double queen room instead of the king we booked,” Matt added helpfully, or unhelpfully, depending on your perspective. “Plenty of space and completely separate beds. You wouldn't even have to look at him.”

“I think I'll just find another hotel,” I said, already pulling out my phone. “There have to be dozens of hotels in Las Vegas. Hundreds, even.”

“It's a convention weekend,” Brooke said miserably. “That's why they overbooked in the first place. We're lucky we got the rooms we have. I already checked when I was trying to find my mom a room. We managed to get her a room on the opposite end of the strip, and it was the last one.”

I scanned the room. “I'll sleep in the lobby. The couches look comfortable.”

“Security will kick you out,” Kali added.

“An all-night diner. I'll just drink coffee until Monday.”

“Davina.” Brooke grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We were all supposed to be together this weekend. That was the whole point of the trip. Please don't leave. It's four nights. You and Dallas are adults. You can handle four nights.”

I looked at Dallas, who had the audacity to look completely unbothered by this catastrophe. He even had the nerve to wink at me.

Four nights. In a room. With Dallas Dodger.

This was going to be a disaster.

“Okay,” I forced out through clenched teeth. “Fine. I will share a room with Dallas. But I'm taking the bed by the window, I get bathroom priority in the mornings, and if you snore, I'm smothering you with a pillow.”

“That's the spirit,” Dallas said cheerfully, clapping me on the shoulder. “This is going to be fun, roomie.”

“I hate you.”

“You keep saying that.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “But your face says something different.”

Fuck my life. The whole fucking thing. Just burn it down and start over.

“This is going to be a great weekend,” Brooke said, bouncing on her toes with excitement, blissfully unaware of my internal breakdown. “I can feel it. What could possibly go wrong?”

I looked at Dallas, and he looked at me. We both looked at Matt, who was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.

Everything. Literally everything could go wrong, and based on how this day had gone so far, it absolutely would.

CHAPTER 6

SHE HATES ME, SHE HATES ME NOT…

DALLAS

The thing about expensive whiskey is that it tastes the same whether you're celebrating or commiserating. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the light from the Bellagio's chandelier dance across its surface.

“You're brooding,” Matt said, signaling the bartender for another round.

“I'm thinking.” I took a sip, letting the burn slide down my throat. “There's a difference.”