“Damn straight.” He pushes me in, then taps fists with Casey.
Noelle leans around Casey since she’s on the other side of him. “So, what did y’all end up doing last night after we left?”
Silas places his arm over the back of my chair. “We went to the Ferris wheel and got a limo to drive us around to see some Vegas lights.”
I pull my hands from the table and into my lap, absentmindedly twisting my ring around my finger.
“Oh, how fun!” Charlie says from across the table, next to my brother.
“Yeah, it was a lot of fun.”
“When did you get back last night? Wait, why are you both wearing Bellagio clothes?” Charlie points.
Fuck.
“Well—” Silas starts to say, but Archie interrupts.
“Where the hell did you two come from?” He’s looking behind us, so I turn and see Ace and Aston walking toward the table in the same clothes from last night.
“Dude, it was fucking epic.” Ace pulls a chair from the table next to us and sets it between Archie and my brother.
Aston also pulls a chair over, but he settles next to Emma, and he quietly hugs her.
“Good Lord, Aston. You smell like a distillery.” She pushes him away gently.
“Lay off my wife, fucker.” Archie playfully knocks the back of Aston’s head.
“Ow, asshole,” Aston mumbles.
“Okay, back to me.” Ace points at his chest. “So, after we left you losers, we went to Spearmint Rhino.”
“Isn’t that a strip club?” Archie asks.
“You bet your ass it is, big brother.” Ace grins wide.
“How the fuck did you get in? You’re not twenty-one yet,” Archie asks him.
“We have our ways.” Ace winks at Archie and then looks around him to Emma and smiles.
She just shakes her head and laughs. “Let me guess. The Griffith charm?”
“Don’t you know it?” Aston chimes in.
“Now, darlin’, that Griffith charm worked on you, didn’t it?” Archie pulls Emma into him and leans his head down to kiss her.
“Maybe a little.” She pinches her fingers together, smiling.
“Okay, so tell us more, but can you spare us the details of that little visit to the Peppermint Club?” Charlie laughs.
“Spearmint Rhino,” Aston corrects.
Ace pipes in, “Oh, come on. But that was one of the best parts of the night.” Ace holds his hands up. “You don’t want to know about how Honeyy, with twoY’s, gave Aston a lap dance, and he practically came in his pants?”
“Fuck off. I did not.” He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.
“Okay, maybe not, but, dude, it was so hot. I was mad jealous.”
“Anyway”—Aston shakes his head—“after that, we hit up a few more clubs, but I honestly don’t remember a whole lot.”
