"Okay," Jamie says. "That was seriously fun."
"It really was," I agree.
"We should totally do it again sometime."
I run my finger along the edge of the card I'm still holding and silently agree. But then I slide the card into my purse and pull out my phone. And as the limo turns onto the Las Vegas Strip, I hit the button to speed dial Damien's usual cellphone.
"Mrs. Stark," he says, without missing a beat. "I think it's time for you to come home."
I smile. "So do I," I say. "I'm on my way."
And then I lean back in my seat and shut my eyes, feeling happy, content, and loved.