“Cheers,” I say, as we clink glasses. I slip off my shoes and curl up on the couch, my head against Nate’s chest, his arm around me. We look out at the lights of the city and drink champagne. If there’s any better homecoming than this, I don’t want to know about it.
“You nervous?” Nate asks, kissing the top of my head. I was this morning, standing in my empty apartment with Shana in the car downstairs, waiting to drive me to my new life. I’m not now.
“Not at all. I even picked out my new writing spot,” I say, pointing to a leather reclining chair by the window. “There. That’s where I’m going to start my new series. High-profile lawyers battle it out by day and heat it up by night.”
“Let me know if you need research,” Nate says, as he starts kissing my neck. My toes curl. Oh, we’ll need all the research. Oops, careful. I almost spill my champagne. I laugh as I put the glass on the table.
“You’re a very manly muse,” I tell him as I lean back into his embrace. My fingers trail along the chiseled line of his jaw. “You ever stop and think how crazy it is that all this happened? If Mike and Stacy had picked any other date or place to get married, if the conference had been delayed by a week, we’d have never met.” I shrug as Nate’s arms slide around me. “Maybe it was fate.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” Nate says as he pulls me close and kisses me deeply. “But I do believe in luck,” he murmurs against my mouth, his lips just grazing mine.
Everyone goes to Vegas hoping they’ll get lucky. More often than not, they go home disappointed. Sometimes, though, just sometimes, you get lucky beyond your wildest dreams.
What happens then? You go all in.
THE END
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