Page 31 of Menace in Vegas (Pucked Up Hearts #2)
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ALLISON
M y phone has been vibrating nonstop during the entire road trip, but I’ve been ignoring it.
I have bigger problems to deal with. Like the six-foot-two hockey menace currently driving me straight into Vegas chaos.
But after the tenth buzz in a few minutes, my phone gets on my nerves enough that I finally give in. Mostly so I don’t strangle Connor and end up in prison. Orange is not my color.
I glance at the screen and immediately regret it.
Fifteen missed texts and four missed calls, all from Harper. Most in all caps.
I sigh and open the messages.
WHERE ARE YOU??
YOU AND CONNOR MISSED THE FLIGHT!!!
ARE YOU DEAD??
DID YOU MURDER HIM??
OMG! DID HE MURDER YOU???
If you don’t answer in five minutes, I’m sending Ford on a manhunt.
ALLIE! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?
I’M CALLING THE POLICE!!!
I’M REALLY WORRIED. PLEASE ANSWER ME!
Are you mad at me?
Did you lose your phone?
DID CONNOR KIDNAP YOU? ARE YOU TIED TO A CHAIR??
I’M SENDING OUT A SEARCH PARTY! I’M GONNA LET FORD’S CRAZY TEAMMATES LOOSE TO SEARCH FOR YOU!
I laugh and shake my head. If I were tied to a chair, I wouldn’t be able to read and respond to her messages.
I love Harper. She loses all sense of rational thought when she’s worried.
I debate chucking my phone out the window instead of responding, knowing what’s about to unfold. But she may seriously let Ford’s unhinged teammates loose if I don’t, so it’s for the best that I respond.
Although, I’m really surprised, given how long it’s taken us to make this journey to Vegas, she didn’t send them on a manhunt for us.
I sigh and begin responding.
I’m fine.
Connor is fine.
Although he’s the WORST human on the planet.
We’re driving to Vegas.
Driving??
Why the hell are you DRIVING to Vegas????
It’s a long story.
BITCH, I HAVE TIME.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, amused and irritated.
I should lie and tell her the car broke down, which Petal did. Say we got stuck in traffic. Say anything that won’t raise her suspicions.
But I know better. She’s already suspicious. She wouldn’t be calling me BITCH in caps if she wasn’t.
Something happened.
What happened?
Something HAPPENED!!
OMG! DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH HIM?!?!
I make a choking sound.
Goddamn it! She made that leap quicker than I thought she would.
Connor glances over at me.
I wave a hand toward the window. “Allergies.”
He grins, smug as hell, saying nothing.
Fucking unhinged menace.
Breathing through my nose, I feign innocence.
I DIDN’T SAY THAT!!
You didn’t NOT say that.
Jesus! She’s incorrigible!
Harper! Stop!
OMG! YOU TOTALLY DID.
STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS!
Girl! Come on. You went from ‘Connor is the WORST’ to ‘Something happened.’
You think I’m NOT going to read between the lines??
I hate you!
No you don’t. You love me.
AND YOU ALSO LOVE CONNOR.
You’re insane.
I need new friends.
And a non-psycho boyfriend.
My stomach flips.
Oh, God. I just called Connor my boyfriend.
Breathe, Allie. Don’t freak out!
My phone buzzes again.
Did you or did you not sleep with Connor?
Define "sleep."
OH. MY. GOD.
GIRL!! I KNEW IT!!
YOU ARE SO SCREWED!!
Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.
Ok, ok. Don’t panic. It’s Distraction time. Want Vegas updates?
Yes. Please!
Anything to take my mind off the trainwreck my life has become since I set out on this road trip with Connor fucking psycho Byrns!
Gram found a casino that lets her drink for free as long as she keeps playing penny slots.
She also stole Ford’s wallet and made a “small investment” at roulette.
Define “small.”
She won $3K and tried to convince Ford to buy her a pet monkey.
He’s losing his mind.
I giggle at the thought. Of course, Gram did something crazy like that. Her shenanigans are legendary.
Jake and Cole might have been kicked out of a strip club.
What do you mean, you THINK??
It’s been hell. I’m not even sure I know my own name right now.
When are you getting here?
Soon.
What do you mean “soon”??
We’re on our way. Kinda got detoured
Detoured? From an accident.
Not exactly.
Something serious is going on with you two.
OMG! ARE YOU ABOUT TO HAVE A VEGAS WEDDING???
This is uncanny! Is Harper psychic now?
I throw my phone across the car and cross my arms, irritated as hell.
Connor smirks, his eyes on the road. "Harper, huh?"
“I hate you," I mutter in response.
He chuckles. "No, baby. You don’t."
I consider throwing myself out the window.
But what if I survive and end up in the hospital? Connor would tell the staff we’re married and take over my care.
My breaths rasp from my lungs.
Fuck. I need to think about anything else before I spiral into a full panic attack.
Connor shifts in the seat beside me.
I glance over, taking in the smug expression on his handsome yet annoying-as-sin face.
I wonder if I can get away with murder?
Maybe I should Google it.