“Here’s your key,” he says as a grin spreads across his face.
Hope reaches around me and plucks the keycard from his fingers and wraps her arms around his waist. “Thank you, Hawk.”
“I’ll call you when it’s time to get this party started,” he says, patting her back. “Chaos, here’s your key.”
Chaos steps forward to claim his key. “Who am I rooming with?” he asks.
Hope looks between Dad and Chaos, covering her mouth to keep from laughing. Everyone is in on the secret except Chaos.
Hawk jerks his chin toward the hellraiser. “Amy.”
“No fucking way!” he scoffs. “I’m being punished for something, aren’t I?”
“Full house this weekend. We could only get so many rooms. You knew you’d get paired up with someone,” Hawk says.
“Why can’t Amy and Hope room together?” he pouts. “I’ll room with Frost.”
I shake my head. “Fuck that. I’m sleeping with my fiancée.”
Chaos rubs a hand over his face. “Amy will never agree to room with me.”
Amy saunters forward, mischief written all over her face. “It was my idea.”
“Why the fu?—”
“You said I could live without my… What did you call it… my emotional support weapon?” she asks.
“Yeah,” he responds, confused.
“Well, Chaos,” she draws out. “Looks like you’re inheriting the title for the weekend.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“And you’re sleeping on the couch.”
“Figures,” he says flatly.
Hope laughs, looping her arm through mine. “Relax, Chaos. Amy is actually a really good roommate to have, unless you wake her up with loud snoring.”
“I don’t snore,” he counters
She raises a brow. “You’d better hope for your sake you don’t.”
“What happens if I snore?” he questions.
Amy steps up next to Chaos. “Be thankful I wasn’t allowed to bring my bat.”
Chaos throws his hands up in the air. “Thanks a lot, Hawk.”
Our entire group breaks out in hysterics as Amy leads him toward the elevator with all of us trailing behind. The elevators are packed, and we have to break into smaller groups to give other patrons a chance to reach their rooms, too. One by one, everyone files out on their designated floor except for Hope and me.
“What level are we on?” Hope mumbles.
The doors open to a private, luxurious suite with plush carpet and rose petals leading the way through the foyer. The suite is massive with a full kitchenette, wet bar, and a bed big enough to land a helicopter on, and a view of the Strip that looks like it’s on fire.
Hope drops her purse and spins once, smiling. “Wow.”
I toss our bags on the couch and wrap my arms around her middle as she stares out the window. “Happy?”
