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We only wentto Vegas because Willa and I attended a one-day, six-hour global conference. We gave the girls strict instructions that they could hang out by the pool while we were at the conference, and that’s it. They were not to leave the hotel.
It was two p.m. when the conference ended.
“What are the chances the girls are in the suite?” I asked Willa.
“Probably zero. I’m sure they’re by the pool. I’ll text Daisy and ask. Yep. They’re down at the pool.”
“Excellent. That gives us some alone time before we head down.” I smirked.
“Ah, sexy-time?” Willa grinned.
“You bet, sweetheart.” I winked.
After we had mind-blowing sex, we changed into our bathing suits and headed down to the pool.
“Stop.” I placed my arm out in front of Willa.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
I adjusted my sunglasses as I stared across the pool area and noticed Daisy talking to a boy.
“Code red. Daisy is talking to a boy,” I said.
“What? Where?” She lowered her sunglasses. “Oh my God. He’s cute.”
“That’s the problem.” I felt my blood pressure rise.
Daisy stood across the pool area, laughing and flipping her hair. The guy she was talking to looked amused, confident, and slightly terrified. He was a smart boy who should run for the hills.
“She’s doing the eyebrow raise,” Willa said. “That’s my move. I taught her that.” She grinned.
“She’s weaponizing charm,” I said.
“What if he asks her out? What if she says yes? We’re here for two more days, Damien. Anything can happen.”
“Shit. What if they get married?” I glanced at Willa.
“She’s seventeen!” Willa gritted her teeth.
“Almost eighteen and we’re in this city, Willa. THIS CITY!”
“We were drunk and drugged.”
We watched as Daisy touched the guy’s arm and giggled. I clutched my chest. “She giggled. That’s not a laugh. That’s a ‘you’re cute but I’m smarter’ laugh.”
“What are you two weirdos doing?” Delilah walked over.
Willa grabbed her arm. “Do you know who that guy is your sister is talking to?”
“He said his name is Leo. After he introduced himself, Daisy said, ‘Nice, like DiCaprio but less problematic.’ I was even embarrassed. They’ve been hanging out since ten a.m.”
“And how old is this Leo?” I asked.
“Eighteen. He’s attending NYU in the fall.”
“Fuck my life.” I ran my hand down my face.