Page 54 of Little Sunshine

Or a lifetime.

Looking to the side, I asked, “Can you point me to the bathroom and then the couch?”

“No energy for a slice of fancy poison cake?”

I shook my head as I squeezed out from between him and the island.

He muttered something under his breath that I didn’t catch. I assumed it was something about how rude I was, but when I forced myself to look at him, his mouth was curved into a smile.

“What?” I snapped defensively.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He started for a stairwell on the other side of the room, leaving me to trail him.

Which I did.

When we reached the top, he continued halfway down a lengthy hall before stopping. Ash pushed a door open and stepped aside for me to enter.

Decent-sized, my ass.

Not following me in, he pointed things out from his spot in the doorway. “Bathroom. There’s stuff in there for a quick shower if you promise not to fall asleep and drown. Pajamas on the bed. There’s a phone charger and TV remote on the nightstand. Some books in the other room. I forget anything?”

“A chocolate mint on the pillow,” I joked, taking it all in.

He chuckled. “My bad.”

I turned to face him, trying to muster up adequate words. He may have broken his promise of no hospitals and bossed me into… basically everything, but he could’ve easily done nothing and left me to fend for myself.

Or called the cops and let them sort out my messy life.

That alone deserved gratitude and not a bitchy attitude, thanks to my own hang-ups.

I didn’t get the chance to express any of that before he ordered, “Get some sleep.”

And then he closed the door in my face.

Ohhhhkay.

I turned back and stepped farther into the palatial room as I looked around.

Wait.

I don’t think this is…

Scowling, I stomped over to open the door and confront Ash, but he was already gone.

“Ash!” I snapped, looking up and down the long hallway.

Nothing.

Shit, I am too tired to deal with this right now.

I closed myself back in the room.

Saying it was nicer than my apartment or even The Roulette’s nicest suite—and I used that term loosely—was a given.

But when I was a kid, my mom and nan used to watch every show about Vegas—separately, of course.

Travel specials.

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