Molly laughed so hard that the man next to her looked over with interest. I wanted to punch his face even if the thought sounded ridiculous. First of all, I wasn't a jealous kind of man. Second, she wasn't mine, but right that moment, she was giving me attention, and I wasn't about to let some fuckboy in a polo take that away from me.
Fortunately Molly didn't even give him the time of day. "Definitely not. I'll be lucky if they get me a third of what I asked for."
"And what about the rest of what you wanted?"
Why did I have the sudden urge to get that list and make all her dreams come true? That wasn't like me.
"Some of it I buy myself. The rest usually gets transferred to the following year’s wishlist. A list that's getting quite long,considering I come here every year and they usually have new stuff."
I liked the sound of her laugh and the sound of her voice. It soothed me in ways I didn't even know I needed.
"But enough about me. What brings you to Vegas?"
My smile dropped a little. "I'm not sure how much Elle told you about what we do or the assignment that brought us here."
Molly placed a hand on my bicep. "We kinda have a don't-ask, don't-tell agreement going on when it comes to Rhett. She doesn't want to have to lie to me, so yes, I knew you were going on an assignment but I didn't know it was to here."
Elle probably didn't want to give too much away. I knew Rhett shared the details with her but whether he said she needed to keep a secret wasn't for me to ask.
"Well, I can confirm we are here for an assignment, but that's all I can say."
Our work wasn't classified like it had been in the Army, but it was an unspoken rule with the agencies that we wouldn't share details about their cases. It was a system that worked for us.
"Do you have any other plans for the evening?" I asked as a way to change the subject.
"Nope. I figured I would grab a drink before heading up to my room, but now that you're here, what do you say to a shot and a round of twenty questions. Maybe a little ‘get to know you’ since our friends have something in common."
"You mean being married?" I smirked.
"Yes, that." She saluted me with her wineglass before tossing the small amount left back. Then she waved the bartender down. "Two shots of tequila, please. Or maybe just leave the bottle since I plan to make this game more interesting."
The male bartender gave her an indulging nod before turning around and grabbing a bottle from the shelf. He poured two shots but didn't leave the bottle like she asked.
That was too bad. I wanted to keep this woman here as long as I could.
"So how do you plan to make this game more interesting?" I grabbed the shot glass but didn't knock it back yet. I watched as her delicate fingers wrapped around her own glass.
"We're going to ask each other a question, and we have to say the first thing that pops into our head. If you take longer than three seconds to answer, you have to take a shot."
"And why exactly are we taking shots if it takes us too long to answer?"
"Because if you think about it too long, then it's obviously not true. Twenty questions is meant to be things you already know the answer to."
I wasn't sure I agreed with that logic but whatever. If Molly wanted to play it that way, then so be it.
"All right, ladies first."
"Well, thank you." Molly gave a tiny bow from her seat. "I'll even start with an easy question. What's your favorite color?"
"Brown," I said a moment later.
Molly looked like she didn't believe me. "Who the hell has brown as their favorite color? I feel like you're lying, but you were able to answer it quickly enough, so I guess no shot for you."
I didn't tell her that it was my new favorite color because my favorite was now the color of her eyes.
"How about I take a shot simply because you think I'm lying?"
Molly smirked. "Now that's the spirit. I can tell this game is going to be fun."
