Landon smacked him over the head. “Shut up.”
Clay rubbed his head. “You’re already pussy whipped without getting any pussy.”
Landon stood up straight, his body going tight. “Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.”
“Fuck, relax. Since when do you get so worked up about nothing?”
“Since you’re acting like an asshole.”
“I’m going out for a smoke,” Clay said and disappeared with his beer.
“Where’s he going?” Mason asked, having paid more attention to the girl currently rubbing up against him than what we were talking about.
“For a smoke,” Landon answered.
Mason frowned, his brows drawn tight. “But he doesn’t smoke. What did you say to him?”
“Nothing he didn’t deserve.”
“You wanna go to a party?” the girl asked Mason.
He winked at us. “I’m guessing that’s a no for you guys?”
Landon didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to.
Mason saluted us and grinned. “I’ll go find Clay. I’m sure he’ll be my wingman for tonight. You kids have fun.”
“Where should we go now that we’re dressed all fancy?” Landon asked, looking down at me.
“The Strip? I haven’t really seen it at nighttime yet.”
My hotel was on the Strip, and I saw a little on the drive back from Fremont Street last night, but I wanted to walk around and experience Vegas at night.
Landon held his hand out to me. “Your wish is my command.”
I slipped my hand into his.Vegas, here we come.
“Ineed you to step out of the fountain with your hands in the air.”
“Hands in the air? Are you kidding me? Where do you think I’d be hiding a weapon? In my skintight pants? Behind my tiny belt buckle? Oh wait, probably in the hair. I could see how you would get confused. It is a lot of hair.”
“Kinsley,” Landon said, hands on his hips. “Why don’t you come out of the fountain and explain to this nice officer why you were in there?”
“Oh, all right. But only if you catch me like they do inGrease.”
“How can I refuse such a great offer?” Landon said and stepped a little away from the ledge, holding out his arms. “Come on, then. Let’s get this over with.”
He turned to the officer. “It’s easier if you just let this happen. I fear otherwise one of us will have to jump into the fountain and get her.”
The cop didn’t look impressed, but he also didn’t argue. I took that as my cue to start running and did so without delay. Water was splashing everywhere, and my run was more of an awkward jump through the knee-high water.
Landon was as attuned to me as ever and caught me when I leaped at him. He turned us around, and I heard a loud crack.
We both stilled and looked down at his cell phone that was teetering on the ledge of the fountain, the screen broken. And then it slid into the water, committing phone suicide.
May it rest in peace.
Landon put me down and leaned in to get it.
