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surprised gasp from the person sitting in the room. Brandy stood stock-still in front of the closet, staring in disbelief at the woman on the bed, obviously ignoring his advice to just run and not look. He stole a quick look at the naked woman on the bed—fried blond hair and perky boobs—eyeing Brandy with open curiosity.
    Damn it. He needed to get Brandy out before the shit really hit the fan.
    “Nobody said anything about doing a group thing.” The woman on the bed transferred her attention to Marco, her slow smile showing off some seriously screwed up teeth. “But I’m not complaining.”
    “A group thing?” Brandy sputtered glaring at the naked woman on the bed. “You—you—you—”
    Marco swore and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the door. She followed, but her eyes never left the other woman.
    The bathroom door swung open just as Marco closed the hotel room door after them. He was nearly dragging her by the time he pushed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and he pushed her in, just as footsteps sounded running down the hall.
    “Love muffin!” A man yelled. “It’s not what it looks like.”
    Marco hurried into the elevator before he could get a peek at the now infamous Gordon. The doors slid shut and a second later they could hear him pounding on the elevator and screaming her name. Well, not her name, but his choice endearment, love muffin .
    Brandy leaned back against the wall in the elevator, her eyes closed.
    “Are you all right?” Marco watched her, his body buzzing like he’d had too much caffeine.
    But it wasn’t caffeine that had him on edge. It was the anticipation of her reaction. She was a time bomb that could go off at any moment.
    God, please don’t let her have a breakdown . He was really, really bad at comforting weepy women.
    “She had bad teeth,” Brandy snapped. “I don’t get it. He’s a dentist. He can’t be attracted to someone with bad teeth.”
    The tension in his body dissipated some. It probably wouldn’t be wise to point out that Gordon probably hadn’t been looking at the woman’s teeth.
    Brandy gasped. “Oh! I forgot the wine. That wonderful, expensive bottle of—”
    “The wine is replaceable. But your luggage…”
    Brandy looked up at him and her lips parted on a silent oh. And then, suddenly, she did look like she was going to cry. Fuck. He’d just had to remind her of the luggage.
    “My luggage,” she said with a tiny sniff, and she blinked rapidly a few times. “I’ll be fine. We—I’ll figure out something.”
    “We’ll figure something out.” Had he just made a commitment to her?
    But he couldn’t leave her like this. Not yet. Even though he’d rather break any single bone in his body than deal with a weepy woman, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in the mirror if he left her now.
    He’d get through the evening—somehow—and then send her on her way. Wherever that was. The bottom line was she wasn’t his responsibility and he would be stupid to make her so.
    Brandy’s blue eyes connected with his, and he could see the faint sheen of tears across them. Damn. His hardened resolve melted a bit at the sight of her quivering lips.
    Who was she? Besides some uptight teacher.
    Her phone began to ring in her purse and she pulled it out and then turned it off with jerky movements.
    The doors to the elevator opened and they stepped out, making their way through the casino. The sound of slot machines was deafening and the floor appeared packed. Marco, in a hurry to get them out of the hotel, grabbed her hand and weaved them through the Friday night crowd.
    Soon they were back out on the Strip. The sun had set, but the lights were so bright that darkness never really fell in Vegas.
    “Where do you want to go?” Marco asked as they stood at the crosswalk.
    “I don’t know.” Her eyes lit up. “Do you live around here?”
    Shit, she wanted to go home with him? No. No way. “Henderson.”
    “Oh. That’s not too