Page 25 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

“We should get back to the table.”

I sigh. She’s right, but I don’t want to move.

Fuck, I haven’t spoken to Fisher yet. That has to be the next thing I do. “Yeah, we do,” I say.

“I have to go to the restroom first.” She drops her hands and steps back.

“See you back at the table.”

I get back to the private room and catch Fisher’s eye. I lift my chin and indicate with a sideways nod of my head that I want to speak to him.

“You okay?” he asks as we slip out to the restaurant lobby.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to you about something. You’re not interested in Sophia, are you?”

He frowns. “No, I told you, getting involved with her would be messy.”

I push my hand through my hair. “Right. So, I’mveryinterested in Sophia. Is that a problem?”

His eyes widen and a smile explodes on his face. “Worth! Dude, I’m happy for you. Is she into you?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course she is. I mean, look at you, rich, handsome as fuck and there’s no one more caring. Have some fun.” He shrugs. “Or marry her. Good luck to you.”

The wordsmarry herring in my ears.

Wearein the wedding capital of America.

He slaps me on the back, and I feel like I’ve ticked that off my list. The only other possible wrinkle in our group is Jules. As Sophia’s best friend, she’s bound to be protective, but she wants her friend to be happy. I can’t believe she would be anything but supportive.

“Just one more thing,” I say, “don’t mention it to anyone. Not even Jack. This is Leo and Jules’ weekend. I don’t want to take the spotlight off them in any way.”

He taps his nose. “Sure thing.”

We slip back into the dining room and the rest of dinner passes without incident. Sophia and I hold hands secretly under the table, but neither of us goes to the bar. Maybe we were both waiting for the kiss, and now that it’s happened, we know that when dinner is over, it will happen again. There’s no need to rush.

“So what’s next?” Leo asks.

“Strip club?” Fisher asks. “Itisthe night before your wedding.”

Leo, Bennett, and I groan.

Jules whispers something into Leo’s ear.

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Leo says to her. He turns back to the table. “Jules and I are going to the Bellagio to watch the fountains. You guys can go to the strip club, play poker, whatever.”

My blood starts to hum in my veins. That means I get to spend the rest of the night with Sophia.

“I’m definitely up for poker,” Fisher says. “Anyone else?”

“Happy to witness you lose a lot of money,” Jack says. “I’m definitely down for poker.”

“Byron says he might make an appearance at the tables,” Fisher says, scrolling on his phone.

“Bennett and I are going to make good use of the shower,” Efa says with remarkably casual candor. “Unless you want to play poker?” she asks him.

“Rather than fuck my fiancée? I don’t think so,” he replies.

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