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him—the bad-boy type they’d been hoping to find in here. But, the thing was, the hot guy wasn’t wearing any kind of leather cut or jacket—at least right now. What kind of biker was
he
?
    Before Molly could wonder any more about him, she fully turned away. It was one thing to coexist with genuine bad boys in a saloon. It was another to make too much eye contact with one.
    Unruffled by any of this, Arden peered at Molly as if she’d fallen into a pool of red paint and hadn’t washed it off. God help her when they went to the Chippendales show.
    â€œThe liquor getting to you, Mol?” Arden asked.
    It required all the strength Molly had not to see if the guy was still watching her. Instead, she took her filled shot glass in hand. All the while, though, she could feel the skin at her nape sizzling, as if he hadn’t stopped checking her out at all.
    Silly. He had his fan club to keep him busy. His hands were full indeed. Even so, her belly flipped at the thought of the look he’d given her.
    Cut it out
, she thought.
Off-limits. Just be casual. Cool
. She delicately sniffed at her whisky, pretending that she was unaffected by him. She stopped herself from coughing at the toxic smell, and Arden laughed.
    â€œWhisky, such a romantic drink,” she said too loudly. “A perfect booze for the miners who used to come in here, or even Clark Gable and Carole Lombard when they supposedly stopped in here once during their travels. Awesome, huh?”
    â€œYou have strange ideas about romance.”
    Arden gave Molly one of her PE teacher looks, like she was going to make her run laps if she continued with the backtalk. Then she held up her glass. “To adventures and new beginnings?”
    They toasted each other and drank, torching lungs, making them blow out their breath afterward. Over the music, Sofia’s phone dinged with a text alert, and she accessed it while Arden and Molly exchanged a glance.
    Roberto time. The ex-boyfriend. An obsession. Sofia lived to get messages from him, even though they’d separated over two weeks ago. Who knew how she could get so attached to a guy when they’d been dating for only a month, but Sof always fell hard and fast.
    â€œHe’s just saying hi,” she said. “What do you think that means?”
    â€œThat he’s saying hi,” Arden said.
    â€œYou don’t think—”
    Molly said, “That he’s actually typing out a cryptic code telling you he wants to get back together? Sorry, Sof, but no.”
    Was the biker guy watching them? Was he, huh, huh?
    The drinks had
really
started hitting, happy-ing her up, making her feel very girl-powery. Screw Ted Genhaven. Screw the future!
    Screw somebody while the screwing was good?
    She wouldn’t look at the biker again. No. Way.
    Arden had already summoned Kat the bartender over for another shot. “Here’s to Vegas and losing it! Emphasis on
it.
Inhibitions. Loosening up, getting sexy. You know.”
    Yeah, yeah.
    â€œMolly P. Preston,” she said, leaning on the bar and holding up her still-full glass, “not only are we going to cheer your ass up, you are
so
going to lose all your hang-ups on this trip, too. Now drink!”
    Wow. That’d been loud. “Can you amplify it any more, Ard?”
    â€œI think,” Sofia said from the other side of Arden as she continued texting, “that Arden only means she’d like to see you get laid properly.”
    OMG.
    Molly listened to see if a burst of laughter sounded from behind her, signaling that the hot biker and his harem had overheard. But she only caught snippets of the women’s voices, chatting about the touristy shirts the bar had on sale, which were hanging to the left of the bottles.
    Did that biker ever talk? She’d had her ears tuned in to hear what he’d sound like, but so far . . . no feedback.
    Arden had leaned toward Sof. “Hey. Molly’s no