is
f my cab, I frowned and leaned back against the plush leather seat b
trip had barely
function, maybe. But with Dad flying out halfway across the world with wife number—what was he on, four?—I had no choice but to turn out to this stupid fuc
ne’s focus, everyone’s
had no choice but to be here, I made sure every little detail was perfect. Good scotch, comfortable seat, and no rush to bundle myself through security before I
oice in whether to come here, but I couldn’t think of much worse in the world than pulling on that tuxedo I’d had laundered and sent ahead to the hotel and acting as the face of the company for a few hours. T
trips than I had to, and I was looking forward to relaxing a little before I had to get ready to head out to this gala thing. My
The cab driver eye
have been better if I didn’t ha
“The hotel you’re staying at, I thin
if they had to do what I did to get ther
safe when it came to talking back to a random Vegas cab driver, but the reflex was there, and it had served me well over the years. Don’t be a jerk wa
y bags. They must have recognized my name when I was making the booking
autiful woman with a s
I nodded and offer
key with my room number on it. She had perfectly straightened blond hair and a suit that looked as though it was star
nodded. “A
and prepared for you,” she replied,
I need a swim before I
hope you enjoy your stay here, Mr. Balaban. And if there is
y bag from the bellboy and headed
y I could fly under the radar when on business. That would be a fucking miracle. It was
find out who you are, I reminded myself as I arrived at my room to drop off m
Best thing was, I could pass it off as networking when I took their numbers for next time I was in town. Now that I was runni