Chapter 13

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"Rise and shine!" a cheery Myrla cried.

A shaft of light fell across my face, seconds later. She'd drawn the curtains aside to let the light filter into the room, preventing me from sleeping any further.

I groaned and tugged the sheets over my head. "Go away."

"Oh, heck no! Out of bed, young lady," she said, yanking the sheets off my head. "We've stuff to do."

Opening one eye, I gazed at her and said, "No, we don't."

Myrla towered above me. "Yes, we do. The guys are waiting downstairs for us. Take a quick shower and meet us in the lobby. Don't even bother bringing your stuff with you. Not even that wretched tablet."

I rolled onto my back and stretched. "What shenanigans have you concocted now?"

An innocent expression flashed across her face. "I've no idea what you mean."

"Sure, you don't."

She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come on, Chance. Stop being so ornery. Come and have some fun with us."

Suspicion niggled at the back of my mind. "It depends on what you mean by fun."

Myrla grinned. "Well . . . How does the Adventuredome sound?"

I sat up and stretched. "Seriously?"

She nodded and patted my left leg. "Yup. Aiden thought it would be a fun place for all of us to hang out."

I groaned and lay back down. "Wonderful."

Her happiness deflated. "What do you have against him?"

"He's married, Myr."


"So, you shouldn't be playing footsies with him."

Her cheeks turned bright red. "I like him," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"I don't doubt that. You gush on him whenever you have the chance."

"Yeah, well, you do the same with Dillon," Myrla pointed out.

"That's different."

"Is it?"

It wasn't. I knew exactly how she felt. Whereas she was giving in to her innermost desires, I was holding Dillon arm's length. After being in a toxic relationship for so long, having someone pay me attention the likes of which Dillon was doing frightened me. Granted, I often wanted to bask in that attention. The part of me I'd locked away for so long was afraid of letting go, however.

Myrla patted my leg once more. "Earth to Chance," she said.

My face grew warm. "Sorry."

"You're thinking about everything," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact.


"That's good."

"No, it's not."

"I think it is. I'm going to head downstairs. Get yourself ready and come meet us."

"Myrla . . ."

She shook her head. "Nope. I'm not taking no for answer. I've gotta make up for last night. I didn't mean to run you off, you know."

The heat spreading across my face intensified. "No worries."

"Yes, worries. You're my best friend. I should have put you first, not Aiden."

"You were only following your own heart," I pointed out.

She rolled her eyes at me. "That's beside the point."

I playfully stuck my tongue out at her.

"That's my girl!" she said. "Now, get ready. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby."

I chuckled and sat up once more. "Fine."

Myrla threw her arms around me. She buried her face within the crook of my neck and hugged me tight.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

I hugged her back. "For what?"

My best friend let go of me and leaned back. Her blue eyes bored deep into mine.

"For everything. You could have said to no to coming to Las Vegas with me. Instead, you're here. I appreciate that, you know."

I smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to her left cheek. "What are friends for?"

She grinned and hugged me once before standing and heading for the door. "Don't be late," she said.

"I won't," I replied, watching her disappear, several seconds later.

With no other option but to do as she'd asked of me, I hopped off the bed and dove into the bathroom. I went through the motions, refusing to think about last night. It wouldn't do to dwell on what could never be. Dillon was out of my league. The woman in me knew this for a fact, even if she refused to accept it.

He was quite the delicious apple. Forbidden, yet delectable. I confess I wanted to taste what he had to offer.

It was easy to understand how Myrla lost herself to all things Aiden. Dillon stirred my innermost desires. He also treated me like I was one of his friends. Someone he cared deeply about.

He was loyal to those he loved. That was one of the things I loved the most about him. No matter what happened, he was always there for his friends and family. The fact that he included me in his little circle, that spoke volumes. It showed he cared about me. To some extent, anyway.

Pushing every thought to the back of my mind, I focused on making myself presentable. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running late. I grabbed my purse, tossing my tablet, phone, and keys inside before walking out of the bedroom and heading for the door.

Dillon and everything he made me feel would have to wait until later. I meant to focus on the here and now. To enjoy every moment I came across. No matter what happened, I needed to remember that everything always changed from one moment to the next. That included remembering where Dillon and I stood.

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