here?”
I slammed the ice bucket down and one of the tourism pamphlets went flying to the floor.
“What are you rambling about?” Monica asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Drew…I just saw him outside. He’s been waiting to explain things to me.”
I crossed my arms, fuming. Seeing him at the door, just next to our room, was unnerving.
“I’m sorry. I’m just irritated he’s here.” I looked down at the floor. “He doesn’t trust me enough to tell me he’s coming. I don’t know if he’s following me, or if it has anything to do with me at all. And how the hell does he turn out to be Max Gorber’s brother and not tell me? It’s either he thinks I am stupid, naïve, or I don’t matter at all.”
“Hey. Go easy on him. Let him explain. Why don’t you just go see him right now?”
“Wait a minute, Monica. You know something, don’t you? What are you not telling me?”
“Look. I know just as much as you do. The only thing I didn’t tell you was that he was coming to Vegas, and that he wanted to tell you something important. I don’t know anything else. For all you know, his trip is a coincidence, or has less to do with you, and more to do with Max.”
For a moment, I thought it was possible, but then I knew how big of a coincidence that would have to be.
“It’s a thought, but not probable. He knew we were coming here and he tried to talk me out of it.”
“Hmm… sounds like he might have been jealous,” Monica stated, infuriating me more.
“He is not jealous. He is simply trying to control me. I wanted to use this getaway to find myself, not get caught up in Drew Masterson again.”
“Ouch. Caught up? That seems a little harsh, don’t you think? I thought you really liked him, Les.”
I shrugged, flopping back into the sofa. “Okay. Maybe it’s a little harsh, but I don’t know why he’s here.”
“Well the guy is waiting in the room next door to tell you everything. Maybe you should just go and ask him?”
I turned to her. Her face seemed softened. “Why? So that I can be even more upset?”
“No, but I don’t think you’ll be able to enjoy yourself while you’re thinking about Drew, and wondering what his motives are. He has to have a reason. Would it kill you to find out what it is? It’s clearly bugging you. Just go, alright? Or do you want me to go find out for you?”
I scrunched up my nose. I didn’t want to walk up to his door and knock, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I wanted to forget that he was there and hoped he would decide to go home. “Can’t I just pretend I never saw him? I mean, we could just deal with it when we get back.”
Monica laughed. “You could, but I know you. You really like Drew, Les. And he’s probably already fallen for you. So avoiding him like that, here in Vegas, do you think that would solve anything?”
I hated when Monica was right. I stood up and walked to the door. “If you hear yelling, you might want to call hotel security—for him! And when I get back, we’re going to a late dinner, and then we’re finding a club and I’m drinking and dancing until daylight.”
Monica smiled, but I couldn’t. I just wanted the evening over with. I took a deep breath and left the room. As I walked down the hallway, I wondered what his answer could be. I knocked on his door, feeling a sense of dread. I contemplated leaving, but heard the door opening.
I didn’t wait for him to say a word. “You have fifteen minutes to tell me whatever you want to say, Drew.”
The look on his face was classic. He hadn’t noticed my transformation in the distance. “Wow, Leslie. You look so different. You were already gorgeous before, but now, you look—stunning.”
As nice as it was to hear him with the compliments, I crossed my arms and reminded him I was pissed off. “What are you doing here, Drew?”
Chapter 5
Drew
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Leslie looked completely different. With her blonde hair, it made her eyes