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“What did those poor cards do to you?” Carla said from behind the couch sometime later. Rylee jumped and dropped the half deck she’d been holding.

“Sorry. I’m just irritated at the news and Memphis. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Carla laughed. “No. My raging headache did. Any idea where we can get some hangover food?”

Rylee pointed to the kitchen. “Pretty sure it’s fully stocked.”

Carla wrinkled her nose. “But that means having to cook. Can’t we go to the Strip and get something greasy?”

Rylee shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m mad at Memphis right now, but he really does have reason to be concerned for my safety.” She stood and made her way to the foyer where she knew there was a small security office. She poked her head in the door and sure enough, a man in a black suit was sitting in front of a laptop.

“Can I help you, Miss Colton?”

Rylee gave him a timid smile. “If Carla and I want to go into town and grab something to eat what’s the protocol? I want to be safe, but I’m not OK with just staying locked up here.”

The man smiled. “I understand, Miss Colton. Mr. Foster instructed me and my team to escort you anywhere you want to go. Just let us know when you’re ready.”

Rylee grinned. “Thank you...” she trailed off, not knowing his name.

“Aaron, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Aaron. I suspect we’ll be ready in less than half an hour.”

He gave her a thumbs up and Rylee backed out of the small office and went in search of Carla.

“OK. It’s all clear. We can go into town. What do you want to eat?”

Carla clapped her hands. “Oh good. I have no idea. Just something greasy. Maybe a buffet with mimosas.”

Rylee rolled her eyes.

“What?” Carla asked. “You’ve never tried a little hair of the dog?”

Rylee just shook her head. “A few too many times in college. Or don’t you remember?”

Carla giggled. “There’s not much from college that I do remember.”

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