Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Checking the time, I notice it’s just past four. If we’re going to make it to the tour on time, we need to eat before getting ready for tonight. We stop at the Hard Rock Cafe and have a nice dinner along with pregame drinks, then giggle our way back to the hotel. Summer’s friends are the horniest bunch of women I’ve ever been around, and I can’t believe they haven’t corrupted her. Or maybe they have.
After Summer and I take our showers, we both stand in the bathroom fixing our hair while the other girls get ready in their room. She booked a nice room for just us and then got the other girls a suite to share. Summer’s outdone herself with contoured makeup and bright red lips, and she looks absolutely gorgeous. I go for a more natural look with gloss and mascara, but we’re both wearing dresses that hug our curves like a second skin.
Summer smiles as I finish up. “Nervous about seeing him again?”
“Do you think they’re really coming tonight?” I’m not convinced they could get tickets because we booked this excursion months ago. It’s a popular tour, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s full.
“Diesel seems like the kind of guy who’d sweet-talk himself onto that bus. He seems pretty resilient, and I don’t think he’d take no for an answer from anyone,” she quips.
“True.” I suck in a deep breath and look at my phone, seeing a text from Benjamin. I groan, and Summer notices as I flip my screen face down so I don’t have to look at it, but then it vibrates again. I remember my mother asking me to give him a chance, so I let out a huff and check it.
“What’s he want?” Summer looks at me in the mirror as she applies another layer of mascara.
I let her read it for herself.
“Another date, huh? How many will this be now?”
“Four, maybe five? Honestly, I’ve lost count.” Because I don’t care.
“He seems like the perfect man. Has a great career, attractive, and comes from a nice family.” She’s basically repeating everything our parents say about him. “You should give him a chance. He could be really good for you, Zoey.”
Wrinkling my nose, I disagree. “I have,” I say with an edge in my tone. How many times does a chance take?
Summer looks at me in the mirror. “Sorry, sis. I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just want you to have fun for the rest of the weekend and live in the moment during our girls’ trip. Worry about all of that when we get back to Phoenix.”
“Honestly, Benjamin’s the last person I want on my mind at the moment,” I admit.
“Because of the cowboys?” She waggles her brows.
I try to hold back any reaction but fail miserably when a hint of blush hits my cheek. “Cowboy. Singular. Chelsea has already claimed Diesel for herself.”
Summer lets out a loud cackle. “She better be glad I’m getting married, because…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence but instead looks off into the distance as if she’s living out her fantasy with him right now.
“Eww, stop.” I walk out of the bathroom and take a sip from one of the small bottles of vodka as I look out at the Las Vegas lights. I’m in awe as I stare at the busy streets and the sparkling buildings as the sun hangs low on the horizon. Riley comes to mind with his kind smile and witty banter, and I can’t help but wonder if they’re really joining us. I hope so. He’s the distraction I need and want tonight.
Summer grabs two small bottles of rum from the minibar and hands me one. We unscrew the tops, tap them together, and drink.
“Tonight, we’re gonna have so much fun.” She pulls me into a hug.
“I just hope fun doesn’t mean trouble,” I say, only half-joking as she grabs more booze and leads me out of the room to meet the rest of the bridal party waiting downstairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
RILEY
Seeing Zoey this morning at brunch was a pleasant surprise, and I’m not complaining. Though we’d briefly seen each other last night, actually talking to her today was electric. Our banter was effortless, and she’s definitely not the shy type. Even though we’re only in Vegas for forty-eight hours, I want to see her again.
The moment they mentioned their plans later, I knew the chances of running into her again were slim. Until Diesel blurted out that we’d booked the barhopping bus too. I wasn’t sure if I should smack him for making us sound like stalkers or hug him for his genius idea. While our connection is strictly mutual attraction right now, I actually think she’s quite interesting. Even though we’d spent less than an hour together, I’m already addicted to hearing her laughter.