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blue jeans, a pink blouse, and
high-heeled sandals. Her makeup was perfect, just light enough to
kiss her skin, and her hair seemed even blonder than it had the day
before. She resembled nothing more than a life-sized Barbie
doll.
    “Quickly!” Lachesis said. The
cream-colored blouse she wore untucked over a pair of stone-washed
jeans gave her voluptuousness a studied air.
    “We can’t miss this
opportunity!” said Atropos. Her tight black capri pants, white
blouse, and slippers made her seem like an exotic version of Mary
Tyler Moore from the Dick Van Dyke show.
    “The front desk will get you a cab,”
Megan said. She wasn’t going to get sucked into these women’s
vortex. They’d had enough influence on her family.
    “Aunt Megan. You got a car,” Kyle
said.
    “And we wouldn’t all fit
in it,” Megan said. “It’s a Mini Cooper.”
    “We can squeeze,” Clotho said. “We’ve
done such things before.”
    “Please,” Lachesis said. “We only have
an hour.”
    “They’ll get lost,” Kyle
said.
    “No one gets lost in a cab,” Megan
said. “The driver always knows where he is.”
    That wasn’t exactly true;
she’d had a driver in New York when she had been there for a
conference who hadn’t known where Brooklyn was. But that was
different. Vegas wasn’t that hard to learn.
    “We’ll only be a phone call away if
you need help,” Megan added.
    “We need help now,” Atropos
said.
    “John Little says he’ll fit us in,”
Clotho said.
    “He’s doing us a favor,” Lachesis
said.
    “John Little.” They spoke the name as
if Megan should know it. “And I should care about this
why?”
    “Because true love is at stake,”
Atropos said. “You should always care when love is at
stake.”
    Kyle looked up at her. “Aunt Meg,
they’re not kidding.”
    “I know,” Megan said. “But I don’t
have to share the delusion.”
    “Please, they will get
lost. They’re pretty naïve about some things.” Kyle batted those
baby blues. Someday, some woman was going to get lost in those
eyes. “For me?”
    Megan was already lost. She’d been
lost since she’d held him as a newborn, all red and wrinkly and
warm.
    She sighed. “Is this how your dad got
roped in?”
    Kyle grinned. “He didn’t
mind.”
    “I remember him at Viv’s wedding,”
Megan said. “He minded.”
    “Oh, thank you.” Clotho clapped her
hands together. “We really do need an escort at times.”
    “Kyle tries, but he’s still a tad
young,” Lachesis said.
    Megan stood. She smoothed her hair,
feeling very out of place next to these beautiful women. All her
insecurities were back, every last one of them. Was it part of the
stress she’d been feeling? Or the fact that she was leaving her
practice without knowing what she was going to do next?
    “Anyone want to tell me where we’re
going?” she asked.
    Atropos smiled widely. “To hire Robin
Hood,” she said brightly. “We need him to steal our
wheel.”
     

 
     
Nine
     
    John Little skulked outside the main
doors of the building, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
It was hard for a man of his bulk to be inconspicuous: people
looked at him as they walked by almost as if they expected him to
mug them.
    One of Rob’s many
corporations had owned the building—or the lot it stood on—since
the 1930s. Hotels had grown up around it, as had casinos, but most
were shabby now. A number of them had been rebuilt, remodeled, or
torn down, replaced with other hotels and casinos.
    The transformation of this
neighborhood had been nothing short of miraculous. Of course, John
thought most of Vegas was miraculous. He was still used to England,
where some of the buildings he had visited in his youth (over 800
years ago) were still standing.
    Vegas hadn’t been around
much more than a hundred years, and in that time, it had gone
through more transformation than London had in all of its
centuries.
    He never told Rob that he
preferred Vegas. Rob liked London and the past. John