Page 37 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

“What?” I ask out loud.

“You okay?” Jules asks.

I smile and shove my phone back in my pocket, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart. “Fine, just my brothers being dicks.” This is the last thing I need right now. Why would we be celebrating Thanksgiving with Dad? We’re going to be withMom. How is anyone considering this?

“When are they going to settle down?” Jules asks.

My dad never settled down. His genetic offspring probably never will, either.

“Don’t wish that on a woman,” I say.

“I think we’re done,” the makeup artist says.

“Dress time,” I say, thankful for the focus being off me and my brothers and Worth.

“Have you thought about a honeymoon?” Efa asks.

“Leo wants to go to Paris, but we both have work. We’ll do something in the New Year.” Jules shimmies off her robe and I take the dress from where it’s hanging against the door.

“Life will be a honeymoon for you both,” I say, unzipping the dress cover.

“Awww, that’s such a nice way of looking at it,” Jules says. “You’re turning into a romantic.”

Efa and I help Jules into her dress. It’s not a typical wedding dress, but this isn’t a typical wedding. It’s simple white satin and hits her mid-thigh. It’s backless but long-sleeved—elegant and sexy. If it were black, it would be perfect in New York, which means it’s perfect for Vegas.

“It’s gorgeous,” I say.

“I love the way your hair is down,” Efa says. “So sexy and relaxed. Leo is going to love it.”

“Oh he does. He’s seen it.”

Efa squeals. “He’s seen your dress?”

“It’s not like we’re doing anything else the traditional way.”

There’s a knock at the door, and I jump out of my skin.

“You okay?” Jules asks me. “You seem a little on edge.”

“I’m fine,” I say, heading to the door of the suite. “Was just so caught up in admiring the view. I’ll get the door.”

Luckily, Jules is getting dressed in the bedroom area, which can’t be seen from the door. I pull the door open and come face-to-face with Worth. The painted-on smile I’ve been trying to perfect all morning morphs into a real one.

“Hey,” I say. He looks hot as all holy fuck. The tux suits him. Maybe it’s because I know the body hiding beneath that sharply cut suit, but I’ve never seen a better-looking man. He’s had a shave, and his hair is pushed back. He looks like an Italian model or something.

“Hey,” he replies, grinning at me. We didn’t have much time to talk this morning. We were up most of the nightnottalking, and only woke with the alarm. Worth gave me a kiss that made me wet and needy, then left. “I have this for the bride.” He produces a jewelry box and hands it to me. These boys sure do like to spend their money on jewelry. “It’s from the groom,” he says.

“Worth?” Jules shouts from the bedroom. “What’s going on?”

“Just delivering a present,” he calls back. “Which can also double as a status check. How close to ready are you?” He looks me up and down, his eyes heating as his gaze trails the length of my body. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispers. “I’ll look forward to every bite later.”

I throb between my legs, ready for him instantly. I bite down hard on my bottom lip.

He growls and reaches for me, his hand skirting the inside of my thigh, traveling higher and higher.

“Worth wants to know how long we’ll be?” I call out, trying to hide the strain in my voice as his fingers find the lace of my underwear.

“We’re just zipping her into her dress,” Efa calls. Worth’s finger dips into my panties. “We’re two minutes away from being done.”

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