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Something in Noah’s tone makes me wonder what kind of “business” he’s talking about, but with two newborns in my arms, I’ve reached my mystery-solving quota for the day.
“Then it’s settled,” I say with a shrug. “In one month’s time, we’ll be heading to Las Vegas.”
“Vegas, baby! Here we come!” Carlotta shrieks, startling both babies awake. “Sorry, Double Dipper Yippers. I’m just excited about all the trouble—I mean,fun—we’re going to have.”
“I’ll be there for sure,” Keelie says. “And somehow I doubt Sin City has seen anything quite like the Honey Hollow crew,” she says with a laugh.
“Vegas won’t know what hit it,” Everett agrees, kissing the top of my head.
I look down at my twin boys, already sensing that whatever awaits us in Las Vegas will be just the beginning of our family’s next great adventure.
After all, I’ve never been one to dodge trouble—or a good mystery—especially when it comes with neon lights and slot machines.
Some mothers bring home teddy bears from the hospital. I’m bringing home twin boys and a one-way ticket to Vegas-sized chaos.
Look out, Las Vegas. Honey Hollow is about to invade.
Here’s hoping we don’t leave a trail of bodies in our wake.
But something tells me the odds are not in our favor.