Savor by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online

be.”
    “You do know that’s not what Vegas is really like?” Miranda says looking up from her cell phone.
    Dean lets a sulk roll over his body. “It’s not?”
    She shakes her head but shoots me a look first. “It’s better.”
    Even more excited, he looks back out the window and I merely chortle.
    Have you ever been to Vegas? Land of legal hookers, free liquor, and all night partying. The place where they take your money and most people act as if they are allergic to sunlight like gambling vampires? This is my first time. Not like my aunt and uncle traveled together on family vacations much. I will say though, I am hoping that it’s not like The Hangover. I don’t know how I would handle losing the Kid or finding out that Logan has married a stripper. While I don’t think I’m anything like that woman or Logan like that guy, statistically speaking, he’d have the highest chance out of all of us to get drunk and married in Vegas.
    Miranda plays host and explains several of the surrounding hotels while escorting us into ours. She has the concierge take our luggage, give us our keys, and promise to be of assistance when we actually return from the fight. Afterward, we’re quickly shuffled back into the limo by her. Apparently we’re on a schedule, and it doesn’t even leave time to pee.
    You know, I don’t know if I can handle all this constant hustling and bustling. It’s kinda exhausting. What? What do you mean I’ve only been here less than an hour? What does that have to do with anything? I need a nap…
    “Jake is glad that you decided to come.” Miranda grabs my attention with her words, but when I look up she’s adjusting her makeup. “He hopes it’ll please Unbreakable.”
    I try not to smile. “Has he been unpleasant?”
    “To say the least,” she mutters. “That’s according to Jake. I rarely see him. I’m sure he’ll be more than excited to have you here with him.”
    My face does its best not to smile again, but loses.
    Can you blame me? There’s something about knowing that he’s miserable while I’m not around that kind of…warms my heart. Makes me feel like surprising him with this visit might go better than planned. Like when he says he misses me that those are more than just words.
    After barely surviving traffic that puts morning rush hour back home to shame, we arrive in front of the hotel that is the venue for the fight. Like she’s built to conquer the world with every breath she takes, Miranda gets out of the limo and is greeted by security.
    “Bruno here works for Jake. His job is to keep us protected from crazy fans to crazy paparazzi.”
    “Why would they bother us?” Dean inquires shoving his hands uncomfortably in his pockets, keeping his chest broad and beefed up while examining Bruno, the 6’4 bald black man wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans.
    Anyone else starting to feel like shit just got real?
    “Unbreakable is a little more than popular now. His growing fan base from back in Texas looks like a Sweet 16 party compared to what he’s got going on now. He’s gonna be huge. Hell, he already is.”
    Dean gives me a look, and I’m not sure how to take it.
    Huge is a good thing, right? Huge means lots of money, lots of fights, lots of time in the spotlight. Right. It also means lots of time on the road, lots of time away from his family, and lots of time with women throwing themselves at him. Okay, well that last part is not really any different than back home. Except now we’re actually dating…we’re still dating, right?
    Miranda leads us to our seats, informing us that she will go retrieve Jake. Dean watches her walk away before he speaks loudly, “Can you believe we’re here?! Can you believe we’re actually gonna see him fight? His first pro fight?”
    I smile and slide down in my seat, doing my best to hide the discomfort from wearing jeans.
    I hate wearing jeans. My yoga pants are stretchy and comfy while these are stiff and don’t like to