It wouldn’t hurt for Blane to take a couple of days off from the law firm—his current cases could wait—and this was a first, Kade wanting to go on a trip with him. Blane considered his brother for a moment, eyes narrowing.
“You’re telling me the truth, right?” he asked. “This is a pleasure trip, not…business?” Especially Kade’s business. Too smart for his own good, Kade had been writing computer code and hacking into places he shouldn’t since before it was a “thing.” Now, he made a living doing it for people Blane didn’t even want to think about. And on the side…well, on the side he hired himself out as someone who could track anyone down for the right price. What he chose to do with them once he found them was also something Blane didn’t want to dwell on.
“You don’t think I’d just want to go somewhere and hang out with my big brother?” Kade asked. “I’m hurt.”
But Blane wasn’t fooled by the non-answer. He gave Kade a steady look until he caved.
“All right, it may be a little business, but that won’t take long and then we can enjoy ourselves,” Kade said.
“Will this…business…be dangerous?”
“Nope.”
“Could we go to jail?”
“Only if we get caught.”
“Kade—”
“Kidding!” Kade interrupted Blane’s warning. “Just kidding. You really should loosen up. You need to go to Vegas more than I need to go to Vegas.”
Blane rolled his eyes.
“So are you in or what?” Kade asked.
Blane hesitated, then gave a reluctant nod. “All right. I’m in.”
Which was how he found himself walking in to a suite at the MGM Grand the next day. Kade had booked the hotel, saying a client had comped him an upgrade. Blane hadn’t asked which client.
“I’ve gotta do some shopping,” Kade said, popping in the door to Blane’s bedroom in the two-bedroom suite. “I’ll be back in an hour.” He pointed his finger at Blane. “Don’t drink everything in the minibar before I get back.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Blane tossed back, though a drink did sound good.
He was on his second scotch and water by the time Kade returned, carrying a garment bag.
Blane frowned. “What did you buy?” he asked.
“A suit,” Kade replied.
Considering the Tom Ford logo on the bag, it looked like Kade had also spared no expense.
“I take it we’re getting dressed up tonight?”
“Yep,” Kade said. “Put your best duds on, brother. But no twinsies. I’m not going for a Rainman thing.”
“Where are we going?”
“A party,” Kade said simply, then disappeared into his bedroom.
Okay then. It seemed that was all Kade was going to tell him. With a sigh and sense of foreboding, Blane went to shower, shave, and dress. When he met Kade back in the living room, they weren’t twins, but close.
Blane wore a deep navy suit with a white shirt, whereas Kade had bought a charcoal suit and black shirt. Neither man wore a tie.
“I’m starving,” Kade said. “Let’s go.”
They found a good steak restaurant in the hotel and by unspoken agreement, sat at the bar to eat. A couple of glasses of red wine paired perfectly with the steak and Blane was in a pretty good mood by the time they were finished. Even if Kade did have business to do here, at least the evening had begun well.
“So where’s this party?” Blane asked as he tucked away the receipt for dinner into his wallet. He had his suspicions that Kade’s plans would likely be dangerous, and while he wasn’t crazy about that, at least if he was along, he could watch out for his little brother. He didn’t get that opportunity very often.
Kade glanced at his watch. “It should be getting into swing by now,” he said. “It’s not far.”
Catching a cab, Kade gave the name of some nightclub to the driver and ten minutes later they were standing in front of a place that had a line out front and velvet ropes cordoning off the door.
“Are we on a list?” Blane asked, eyeing the line. “Not really in the mood to be begging at the door to get in.”
“Hold on,” Kade said, then turned and headed for the line of people. Blane watched as he stopped halfway down the line to talk to someone Blane couldn’t see. In another moment, Kade was on his way back, two women in tow.
Blane’s brows climbed as Kade stopped in front of him. The women were very attractive, but looked barely old enough to legally drink—or do anything else without breaking the law.
“This is my brother Blane,” Kade said. “Blane, this is Brandy and Liz.”
They were both long-legged blondes, but even with their heels, they were still a few inches shorter than he or Kade. Their cocktail dresses left little to the imagination, not that Blane was going to complain.
“Nice to meet you, ladies,” he said, giving them his practiced smile.
“Brandy and Liz are without escorts tonight,” Kade said, “so I invited them to join us.”
Blane looked at Kade. “Can I have a moment?” he asked.