Married in Vegas: In His Arms

Even if I’d wanted to go, l wouldn’t have. He would end up hanging out more with me than his new wife.

“It’s not like you don’t have the time off,” he added.

Trying to make a name for myself as a journalist had been hard work. It meant a lot of long hours and little time off. It was a tough job market as it was. Getting an in at a reputable media outlet was a hadn’t been a cake walk.

“You can always come work for me.”

That offer had been made and rejected. Eddie couldn’t see it as a problem waiting to happen. We were best friends but we didn’t agree on everything. I couldn’t imagine him being my boss. Besides, the job was a press liaison for his clients, not a journalist.

“Yeah, I know.”

He swung his arm around me again. “You know I worry about you,” he said, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I know. Now go be with your wife. Enjoy the beach.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m going to miss you, Chris.”

“Me too, Eddie-monster.”

He pulled back and lightly punched my shoulder. “You haven’t called me that since—”

“High school graduation.” I finished for him, something we did quite often.

His face sobered up. “Don’t drink too much and find trouble.”

“You know me. Trouble is my middle name.” It wasn’t, but I lifted my drink and gave him a grin. “Besides, you know what they say.”

We spoke the words at the same time. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

Then we had another hug before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. Chelsea walked over and I dutifully hugged her as well. Then I sent them off with well wishes

He walked away with his arm around her like he had me. I’d admit to a pang of jealousy. Things would never be the same.

I downed my drink and set it on the counter. The bartender looked up.

“Two shots of tequila please and keep them coming,” I said.

Amused he made the shots and lifted a brow as I tossed them back one right after another as I watched Eddie’s brother dance with every available woman at the wedding except for me.

* * *

Fire raced through my blood and the idea of jumping in the hotel pool sounded like a fantastic idea. But when I stood, one of my legs turned out to be shorter than the other. When had that happen? I lifted the yards of chiffon and found the problem. I bent over reaching for my foot and it turned out to be a moving target. Once I got a hold of one, I worked at unstrapping the heel. The ocean swayed under my feet making it even harder to take off these crazy shoes Chelsea insisted I wear. Only there wasn’t water anywhere. A head rush hit me when I stood straight. I stared at my hand. There was a shoe in one and a heel in the other. I narrowed my eyes trying to focus.

“Is this supposed to happen?” I asked no one, though my words sounded jumbled in my ears as I walked on a tilted floor.

“Whoa there.”

A dose of sparkling green eyes mesmerizing mine heated a coiled ball between my legs.

“Cam,” I said.

Though there appeared to be three of him.

“You’re hot, you know that.” His perfect cupid’s bow lips curled into a sexy smirk, so I whispered the next important part. “Don’t tell Eddie I said that.”

Gracefully, I moved away, but didn’t get far.

“Where are you going?”

Was he serious? He couldn’t be that clueless.

“To the pool, skinny dipping of course,” I announced.

I frowned at him when his hand clung onto my arm.

“Chrissy.”

I spun around his hand on my arm stopped me from twirling like a princess which seemed like an awesome idea.

“Don’t call me that,” I warned.

I wasn’t thirteen with an incurable crush on my best friend’s brother. I pointed at blond nerd who was still at the bar. “I’ll get him to beat you up.”

Cam chuckled which should have been annoying until I focused on his kissable lips making my lady bits rage in an inferno.

“You’re coming with me.”

He’d used that commanding voice of his that worked on the field and made him the top quarterback in the league.

Then his dreamy eyes laser focused on me cast the final spell. “Now you’re talking,” I said.

Rumors about Cam and his bedroom antics were infamous.

“Show me what you got QB,” I said, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Chrissy, you’re drunk.”

He no longer looked like my sexy crush but a domineering older brother which so killed my mood. I snatched my arm away and stumbled a few feet back.

“Fine, you’re not the only guy available. Blondie here will show me his.”

The man in question turned around and grinned at me. I headed his way, but was stopped short.