Chapter Four
“I don’t think I’ve ever danced somuch in my entire life,” Sam exclaimed as they stumbled back to their hotel room.
She’d just spent the past several hours drinking and dancing at one of the hottest nightclubs in Vegas with the women she cared most for in the world. They had laughed, joked, and let loose by downing more liquor than she’d consumed in a year. She wouldn’t deny she was grateful they’d made it back in one piece. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been that carefree, that relaxed. These escapes were few and far between because their daily routines took precedence. For her friends, it was husbands and babies keeping them busy day in and day out, while for Sam, her devotion was to her career and the two men she loved more than life.
“Thank God for separate bedrooms,” Ashleigh slurred. “I plan to sleep all day tomorrow, so don’t wake me up.”
They’d gotten a fancy suite so they could all room together, and it was big enough they could’ve brought the husbands along and been fine. Not that they would have, because then it wouldn’t have been a girls’ weekend.
“I knowIwon’t survive another night like that,” McKenna said with a drunken giggle as she moved along the wall to keep herself upright.
“Me, either,” Sierra announced. “That’s more exercise than I get in a month.”
Sam was right there with them. She’d had a great time tonight, considering it was the first full night they’d been here. Last night had been for them to get settled in. They’d ordered room service, catching up on everything going on in their lives. With only one more night to go, she figured they would find a way to enjoy themselves, even if it didn’t involve teetering on breakneck heels on a crowded dance floor.
“Whose idea was it to do the spabeforethe dancing?” Ashleigh groaned. “I’m sure I’ll be in need of a massage in the morning.”
“I’m just hoping to make it to my bed,” Sierra groused, clutching every piece of furniture she passed.
“I’m gonna call Logan and Eli. See how they’re doing,” Sam told them as she headed for her bedroom.
“You know it’s almost four there, right?” Mercedes noted.
Sam frowned, then giggled. “Okay. So I’ll wait till morning.”
“Don’t wake me up,” Ashleigh said. “Seriously. I’m sleeping all day. It’s the only way I’ll make it another night here.”
“Ditto, that,” shouted Mercedes.
Laughing at her friends for being lightweights, although she was one, too, Sam went into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She managed to strip out of her dress but couldn’t muster the effort to scrub her face. Instead, she fell into the bed face-first and passed out as soon as her feet joined her.
Sam came awake to the sound of laughter in the other room. Looked as though her friends weren’t the lightweights; she was. If she had to guess, she was the only one still in bed, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to get up yet.
She didn’t move quickly, assessing the damage the night out had done to her body. A smile formed when she realized she was not hungover, and she reminded herself to thank Mercedes for whatever hangover remedy she’d given them on the return trip to the hotel. It had worked wonders. Although her muscles ached like she’d run a marathon in heels, at least she didn’t have a headache.
Peering over at the clock, she noticed it was noon, which meant it was two in the afternoon in Dallas. She reached for her cell phone and dialed Logan’s number first.
“Good afternoon, baby,” he greeted with that warm, seductive tone she loved so much. “Or is it still morning for you?”
“I haven’t gotten out of bed yet, if that matters,” she said softly. “How are things?”
“We’re good. You?”
“Tired.” She yawned for emphasis. “We went out last night. Showed off our dancing skills.”
“Yeah? Anyone make a move on you that I should worry about?”
She knew he was teasing, but she also knew that her husband was the protective sort. “Even if there was, I can assure you, I didn’t notice. I don’t have any room left in my heart for any more men.”
His laugh thundered in her ear, and it made her nipples pebble. They were approaching their ninth wedding anniversary in September, and he still had the ability to turn her on with just the sound of his voice.
She propped herself up on pillows. “Where’s Eli?”
“Around.”
“Did you two sleep well without me between you?”
“We did.”
