A wild trip to Vegas leads to a drunken night where Crew and Eleanor end up getting married by Elvis instead of just leaving it as a simple one night stand! Millie Rock…this place—” My duffel lifts in the air as I swing my arm, motioning toward the fucking Bates Motel. and I am so curious about Sam and her men or how Millie will end up with the sexy duo in her own book. They knew how to push each other's buttons, but they also couldn't stop climbing all over each other whenever they were near. All the humor I felt is immediately gone as my brows pull together while he looks down at the paperwork.

Plus, it’ll be fine because he’s not just some guy, Sami… He’s Crew Matthews—the quarterback for the fucking Las Vegas Raiders. Her brows raise as she takes a step forward like a little badass, making the backs of my knees hit the seat so we’re forced to switch positions—now I’m sitting, and she’s trapping me in.She always seems to stumble into the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow—aka a hot dude—every single time she tries to ensure I get lucky. I didn’t come for the plot but I was expecting Tangled In Tinsel level spice to make up for it and it just didn’t hit. It’s enough to make me clear my throat and make him grin, and he looks at me, saying, “Sorry,” before he switches back to professional mode. I reach down and lace my fingers through hers, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing the top gently.

But the way TJ’s voice broke at the end, like not watching his fucking show is a tragedy, paired with the fact that he’s six two and a hundred and ninety pounds…with a beard…almost makes me laugh. I nod, yawning, contemplating the idea of taking a nap since it’s almost noon, just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. But,” she continues, “if I’m gonna fuck someone in Vegas…in Sin motherfucking City…it should be epic.Home sweet hepatitis,” I whisper to myself, walking the three steps from the curb to my motel door, avoiding the décor of cans and discarded strip club flyers in front of the building. Nate and TJ might’ve been guest stars, but the way she worked the three of us over made her spotlight very well deserved. I immediately break away, creating space between us, and stare down at her, totally breathless, before I chuckle. I push my burger away, not hungry, because Claire really did try to kill me during my workout today.

getting married in vegas while completely hammered (because duh) to a pro football player, and getting to have fun with his friends too? Although it’s uncommon for the judge to ask us to chambers, I figure he understands the need for privacy because of who Crew is. But I yell back, still trying to lift my leg to get into a position like I’m in the UFC as I yell back. Because the moment I hung up with my sister, the adrenaline from my walk of shame plummeted, and all I was left with was a hangover and the mystery filth coating my back. Tall, dark, and handsome winks, and like the fucking audacious big dick he clearly is, he lifts my hand before softly biting my fucking knuckle and says, “Your lips are pretty.When Eleanor heads to Vegas for a fun weekend with her best friend, she isn't really all that surprised that she wakes up from a night of shenanigans married to football star Crew Matthews. I pull my cell away from my ear as I navigate through people with fanny packs and cheap tropical shirts. I read Tangled in Tinsel when I was desperately seeking a holiday romance last year, and I loved it. We make our way, arm in arm, laughing and talking too loud toward the bar at the far end of the outdoor area. As I turn back to her, Nate’s already got her halfway down on his lap, saying he’d tattoo her name on his ass.