He shakes his head like he still can’t believe it. “I don’t know what you did or how you did it but thank you.”
“It was nothing. He seems like a good guy and well…”
“He’s hot?” Travis asks, grinning.
“Seriouslyhot.” That’s probably a lot of the problem. Conrad is so stunningly good-looking, he’s intimidating. And his quiet demeanor makes it worse.
Travis chuckles. “But he doesn’t have my charm.”
“Or humility.”
That stupid smile of his widens. We’re quiet, staring at each other for a beat, before I turn back to make sure Conrad hasn’t clammed up. He’s leaning forward, talking closer to Diane’s ear. Several other women have noticed him now and are waiting for an opening to talk to him.
“Now that he’s occupied, I’m all yours,” Travis says. His arm brushes against mine as he lifts his drink to his mouth.
“Lucky me.” I side-eye him with a laugh.
He motions with his head, and I follow him back to the table. Everyone else is still gone, dancing or talking. It’s just us.
“Seriously, thank you,” Travis says as he pours more champagne into my glass. “I guess I am a bad wingman.”
His brows pinch together as if he’s only now seriously considering the possibility it’s his fault, and I get the feeling he doesn’t like being bad at anything.
“Or maybe you just hadn’t found him the right woman.” I’m not sure what prompts me to minimize my actions to make him feel better, but he seems to know exactly what I’m doing.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Hannah Banana.”
“What did you just call me?” Another laugh leaves my lips in a burst of surprise.
His dark eyes sparkle with delight. “I haven’t found the perfect nickname for you yet.”
“Oh?” My brows lift.
“Nothing seems right.” His gaze narrows on me, and a shiver works its way down my spine. “It’ll come to me.”
I pull my gaze from him and let out a small breath as I scan the club. Everywhere I look people are having fun—smiling,laughing, I even spot a few making out. I was hesitant to come this weekend and even still more reserved in making the most of the Vegas nightlife, but sitting here right now with Travis of all people, I feel like I made the right choice.
“I needed this,” I say, more to myself than to him.
He tops off his glass as well and then leans back against the plush, high-back seat. “Yeah?”
I nod. “I almost didn’t come.”
“That would have been a shame.”
“Because you couldn’t have followed me here?” I ask, batting my lashes at him.
“Mhmm. And you didn’t make it easy on me. Do you know how tricky it was to track down your flight information and figure out what hotel you were at, then get myself here at the exact time you showed up.” He sighs. “It was hard work and quite a pain to rearrange my entire schedule. I’m exhausted.”
“Smart-ass.”
His lips purse and then slowly part in a smile. “I didn’t follow you, but I am glad you’re here.”
I am too.
“Why didn’t you want to come?” he asks me.
I run a finger along the edge of my glass. “Lack of money, the guilt of taking the weekend off from training, I didn’t want to be the third wheel…take your pick.”
