Mick followed me toward the bar. I slanted him a look. “You didn’t touch her, right?” His voice held a strange note. I couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or curiosity. “Why do you care?” He gave a shrug. I scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’ve got the hots for her?” He flushed. “She’s the hottest girl in Vegas.” That was true. “She’s off limits.” “So, you’re not going to ask for her hand?” I choked on my drink, chuckling. “Hell, no. I won’t marry anyone.”
