Page 17 of All Bets Are Off

“Water?” Melissa repeats. “In the club?”

“Hey, if the bride wants to rehydrate in the club on her bachelorette party, then the bride gets to rehydrate in the club,” I manage to say with a smile.

I didn’t care that much about this weekend in the first place. It’s hard to care about your bachelorette party when you’ve already lost all excitement for your wedding, so if this all goes to hell—like I’m sensing it is—then so what? The only thing that now matters to me this weekend is making sure Connor keeps his mouth shut.

It had to be a lapse in his judgment, because who does that? Who confronts someone they rarely see about something so insanely intimate and personal? Who puts someone on the spot like that, and in public moreover? If he has the nerve to address whatever concerns he has with me, then maybe he has the nerve to address those concerns with Liam, too.

I need to pull Connor aside and convince him he’s wrong before he sets off a grenade that causes damage beyond repair.

“Let’s go pry the men off the roulette tables,” I say, hooking my arm around Melissa’s.

As we work our way across the casino, my heart hammers so fast it feels like it may just leap straight out of my chest. It’s something I experience frequently, because I live a very anxious life these days. I can’t remember the last time I felt truly relaxed and calm. I can’t recall what peace and happiness even feel like anymore. Every day is just stress and panic and worry.

As I approach Liam from behind, all of those emotions heighten further. I suppress them and slink my arms around his shoulders, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as I hug him.

“Hey, babe,” I murmur. “Still winning?”

“Still winning,” Liam confirms, twisting to press a kiss to my forehead.

“We have our table reservation at the club. Are you guys joining us or staying here?”

I hold my breath, because I desperately want him to decline the offer. I’d much rather dance all night with just the girls, in true bachelorette party fashion, but I’m sure Liam would get that hurt look on his face if I didn’t offer him the chance to hang out at the club with us.

“What do you say, boys?” He confers with the rest of the table. “Are we hijacking the ladies’ booth at the club?”

“Dude, those club tables cost a fortune. We are absolutely hijacking theirs,” Tyler says with a wolfish grin in my direction as he promptly clears his gambling chips from the table and jumps to his feet.

“I’m down to dance,” John says.

With great trepidation, I let my gaze shift to Connor. His mouth is a bold, straight line as he stares back at me with my arms draped around Liam. I feel so exposed and vulnerable keeping this act going with Connor seeing right through us.

“Are you coming to the club, Connor?” I ask, keeping my voice steady. I narrow my eyes at him from behind Liam’s back, daring him to do anything other than comply.

“Yes, I’m coming to the club.”

“Great! Let’s get moving.”

The guys cash in their chips as we call it quits on the casino for the rest of tonight. Liam walks hand in hand with me as we follow signs for Marquee, the Cosmopolitan’s nightclub. Surprisingly, none of us is embarrassingly stumbling around or slurring sentences, so we are at no risk of being denied entry. When we reach the club, there are red ropes and lines snaking all down the walkway. There’s a line for general admission, a line for hotel guests, a line for the guest list, a line for bottle service check-in—and they’re all packed. Security in suits keep everything running smoothly though, and we join the line for bottle service.

“Oh, thank God,” I hear someone breathe with relief, and when I turn around, Evie is dipping under the rope to join us in line. I haven’t seen her in hours, and I realize far too late I haven’t been doing a great job of looking after her on her first (legal) wild outing, because I haven’t even so much as texted her to make sure she was okay.

“I remembered from Hailey’s stupid itinerary that we were scheduled to be checking in for the club, so I was hoping I’d find you all here.” She blows out a breath and tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” I ask, because she appears flustered and breathless, and Evie is never flustered and breathless. “Where have you been?”

“Gambling,” she answers matter-of-factly. She glances around her, then makes a point of tucking herself in between Liam and Connor.

Liam suddenly wonders, “Hey, where’s your brother? I haven’t seen Theo since we left the bar.”

“He’s still handcuffed to Hailey,” I say, and Melissa gleefully snickers. Thanks to her dare, she is enjoying endless amusement at Theo and Hailey’s expense.

“Poor guy. He’s missing out on the club. I bet Hailey has him triple-checking the plans for tomorrow with her.”

“As if,” Evie says, then rolls her eyes. “Theo has been pining after her for years, so trust me, that boy is not suffering right now. I’ll text them and let them know we’re here. They maybe just haven’t noticed the time. Where did they say they were going?”

“To get a phone charger,” Connor answers, and every time he opens his mouth to say anything, his husky tone does something strange to my body. “Since when does it take hours to grab a charger from the room?”

“They’re fucking,” John says.