Her heart sang. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
He stretched. “What time is it?”
“Only eight.” But she wanted to make the most of their time together.
He pulled her close, his hand running down her side, and her whole body woke up. “What do you want to do today?”
Sex was definitely on the agenda, but she didn’t want him to miss out on doing something he wanted to do. “Do you have a preference?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been to Vegas before.”
Of course he had. “Is there anything you’d recommend?”
“Why don’t we go to the concierge after breakfast and see what’s on offer?”
“Good idea.”
They got up and showered, taking advantage of the two shower heads and unlimited hot water before going down to the lavish buffet breakfast in one of the hotel’s restaurants. Every breakfast food imaginable was available, and by the time Zita finished tasting a bit of this and that, she was stuffed.
Afterward, they spoke with the concierge and he gave them pamphlets for shows and tours. One of the circus shows caught Zita’s eye and she read the information.
“We could ask if there are still tickets,” David said.
“All right.”
As the concierge called to reserve seats, another brochure caught her eye. She grinned. “We should definitely do this. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
David raised an eyebrow. “A Segway tour?”
“Yeah. Don’t you think it looks like fun?”
“I can vouch that it’s fairly easy to do,” the concierge said. “I’ve booked you two tickets for the nine-thirty showing of the circus. Would you like me to check if the Segway tour has any availability?”
David was frowning at the brochure. He didn’t want to do it. Zita ignored her disappointment. “Don’t worry. I can do it another time.”
“No,” David said with a sigh. “We’ll do what you want, though I’ve got to warn you, I’ve never been great on two wheels.”
Intrigued, she asked, “You don’t like bikes either?”
“Too many falls as a kid.” He turned to the concierge. “Can you get us a couple of tickets?”
After they were booked, Zita arranged a couple’s massage for the afternoon, just in case it was harder than they expected. They had only a few minutes before being picked up, so they dashed back to their room to get their things.
On the way back down, Zita got an attack of the guilts. David had grown quiet. “We can cancel,” she said, bringing her arms around him. “If you don’t want to go, we can always do something else.”
“Don’t be silly.” He hugged her back. “I’m just worried my manliness rating will plummet.” He kissed her nose.
She laughed. “You’ll always be manly to me.”
“Let’s just wait and see.”
It didn’t take long to reach the location and run through the instructions. Zita listened carefully and then leaned forward to get the machine moving. After a couple of false starts, it was surprisingly easy. She glanced back at David to find him doing donuts in the practice area. Relief flooded her. She laughed. “You’re getting the hang of it.”
“Who knew it would be so easy? I’ve got to get me one of these. Beats walking to work.”
Pleased it wasn’t as bad as he’d feared, Zita relaxed and tested out the machine. When the rest of their tour group arrived, they set off down Fremont Street learning about the history of Las Vegas via a headset in their helmets. The day was overcast and cool, so it was pleasant rolling along the street and seeing some of the iconic buildings Zita had seen in movies. David rolled next to her, pointing out things of interest and laughing. She was glad she’d chosen to do this. He looked like he was having fun.
When the tour was over, they had lunch at a little Indian restaurant. When the waiter had taken her order, Zita asked, “Are you really going to get a Segway?” The tour guide had said they were expensive, way out of her budget.
