Page 55 of What Happens In Vegas
Ava said wryly, ‘A very drunk Bonni insisted she was going to keep your date.’
‘Because he’s so pretty! But I’m not sharing!’ Bonni reached her hands out to Quinn and he took them, helping her keep her balance when she wobbled a little.
‘I’m sorry, Quinn. She was relentless.I hope you don’t mind. I mean, she’s just smashed. I can take her back to our suite, but she was determined—’
Quinn reached for Bonni’s waist and gathered her into his arms. ‘It’s fine, Ava. I’m glad you brought her. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.’
‘Quinn?’ Bonni looked up at him. ‘I don’t want you to be in a museum. Can we have our date instead?’
He smiled down at her and she leaned intohis touch when he cupped her face. ‘We can. That’s why Ava brought you to me.’
‘She did? Aww, she’s one of my best friends, you know. I love all my besties equally, but Ava’s the best bestie.’ Her tone was very earnest as she made sure Quinn knew how awesome Ava was.
‘Yes, clearly she’s the best, if she helped you keep our date.’ Quinn’s eyes were smiling, and Bonni couldn’t help but smile back.
From over her shoulder, she heard, ‘Bonni, are you still sure you want to burden Quinn with your drunk-ass self?’
‘Yes, he’s my main man, Ava.’ Bonni snuggled into Quinn. Not only was he pretty, he was warm and cuddly!
‘Okay, Quinn, good luck. Also, I know people in the IRS. If you hurt her, not Landon or God Almighty will be able to save you from having your entire life audited.’ Ava was usingher fierce voice. Bonni made a little ‘grr’ noise then giggled again.
Quinn’sarm tightened around her waist. ‘Understood. I’ll take care of her, and we’ll connect in the morning. And, Ava, don’t worry. I have a feeling I’m the one that’s going to be hurting,’ he replied.
‘You smell so good, I could just eat you up.’ Bonni’s words were muffled by his neck. She vaguely heard Ava say good night,and then Quinn was closing the door and shuffling her inside. Suddenly, his last words registered with her and she pulled back, needing to tell him something urgently.
‘We need to talk. I had this whole big script and things I wanted to say, but I got all tangled up and I got drunk, and now all that really matters is that I tell you that my heart will go on, if yours does, Quinn. I’m all in.’
The next thing Bonni knew, Quinn was hugging her tightly, and she buried her face in his chest, marveling again at his yumminess. Then she remembered something else.
‘Quinn, listen, Quinn, this is really important.’ She grabbed his face with her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes. ‘Quinn, if I get sick tonight, don’t tell Celia.’
