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cat junk. Cat afghans, pot holders, little kitties that bobble on your dashboard,” she explained.
“Yup, you’ve cracked. You need a vacation. Why don’t you schedule some time off? Go somewhere, do something. I bet I can get Grandpa to order you to,” he said and he meant it.
“Don’t you dare sic our alpha on me. I’m a grown woman and can make my own decisions.” Layla huffed and folded her arms again. Realizing this put her in the petulant child pose, she dropped her arms.
“I would only do it for your own good. The club is a huge success, the hottest place on the strip and that is all because of you. Take a rest, come back refreshed, maybe you’ll have some major epiphany to keep it hopping for another ten or twenty years,” he said with a wink.
The club was a money maker, not that the casino didn’t always win, but side businesses like the club and spa were frosting on the proverbial cake.
“Maybe you’re right. It also might give this whole Vincent thing a chance to die down. Fine, I’ll talk to Taylor about picking up more time so I can go on vacation. Maybe Montana, that would be a change.”
“Uh, I’m thinking somewhere more relaxing. Tropical, drinks on the beach, no internet,” he said pointedly.
He had her there, anywhere in the continental United States and she’d be able to easily check in on work and the club.
“Fine,” she sighed dramatically.
“Like pulling teeth with you, runt. Alright, I’m off to catch dinner with mom and dad. Everett is already there and we are going to go over the security before our run.” Will stood up and came around the desk. He dipped a finger under Layla’s chin. “No worries, Vincent won’t be a problem, I promise. Make arrangements for your vacation and I’ll see you tonight.” He dropped his finger, leaned over and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
God, her big brother was awesome. Now that he’d stopped giving her wedgies and torturing her Barbie dolls that was.
Standing up, she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a big hug. He returned it.
“Now go, I’m very important and busy,” he commanded, smiling down at her.
“I’m going, I’m going,” she said as she grabbed her shoes and turned walking out the door. A vacation wasn’t the worst idea. And there would be no Vincent to muck it up. But where to go?
Chapter 11
E verett had been chatting with the Kleins for some time. Will had shown up and they were all enjoying their dinner. Talking about Vegas, their pack, and various other topics. Everett couldn’t stand waiting any longer and excused himself telling them he needed to check in with Dax.
“Of course, I hope everything is working out,” Grace said. She meant it too.
Stepping into the house away from the patio where they had been eating, Everett dialed Dax’s cell number. It rang to voicemail so he left a message and then tried his home phone. It rang once before someone picked up.
“Sweet baby Ray, you better be in one piece bitch or I’ll kill you myself!”
This came from a surprisingly cute, but angry voice over the phone.
“Uh, is Dax there?”
“What? Who is this?” the cute voice asked.
“Well, I called my brother’s house, so who are you?”
“Shit, your Dax’s brother? You sound cute, are you cute? Like Dax cute or better?” she asked.
Not knowing if this person was mentally ill or on drugs he pressed on.
“This is Everett Hayes, I really need to talk to Dax. He called and told me his girlfriend was kidnapped.”
“Oh that! Don’t worry, he found her. The Eff-miester is fine. Well, sorta fine. Chris the creep hit her over the head, knocked her clean out! Can you believe that? I mean she’s got a hard head, but that still totally isn’t cool. I mean what an asshole!”
“So you are telling me that Effie is okay? Dax and she are together?” It was like pulling teeth getting information from this girl. He was trying to be calm, although his cat was pacing wanting
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