What Happens in Vegas... by Kimberly Lang Read Free Book Online Page B

was pregnant…
    Right. Even if she could resurrect Leo—and promptly kill him off—there was no way she could claim a long-distance romance. She’d been too visible lately, too often in the society pages to have anyone believe she’d had time to go overseas. In fact, she’d barely left Dallas—aside from one little trip to Las Vegas.
    One little trip, that until just a few minutes ago, had held the top spot on her Greatest Memories list. One trip so far outside her reality she hadn’t even talked about it to Sabine—beyond the basic details—so she could keep it special and untouched and perfect just as it was in her memory. She didn’tbother analyzing or deconstructing it, but she found herself revisiting it a lot, reliving that feeling of freedom…
    And Nick.
    She thought about Nick much more than could possibly be healthy, remembering his dangerous good looks, the sensation of his body against hers, that devil-take-it attitude that he also brought out in her. Her dreams had become complex and erotic, and she often awoke frustrated and needy, but, even worse, they’d sowed discontent in her waking hours. None of the men in her circle were as good-looking or disarming as Nick, and none of them seemed to understand the real her the way he had—much less bring the real her out from its hiding place behind her family name and social responsibilities.
    In short, none of the men here were Nick. And while Nick was totally wrong for her in so many ways, that fact hadn’t checked her overactive imagination or made a bit of difference beneath the surface.
    Of course, she’d have to tell him at some point. He had a right to know she was carrying his baby. But while she’d fantasized about going back to Vegas in the future and looking him up, this hadn’t been part of that fantasy. She couldn’t even fathom how he might react to the news. Would he be upset? Did he even want children? Or would she be saddling him with a responsibility he didn’t want?
    Much like Will and Gwen had been saddled with her.
    No, this was different. It may have been an accident, but babies were a possible side effect of sex, and if Nick didn’t want that responsibility, he shouldn’t be…
    Jeez, when had she started channeling Uncle Marcus? Evie snorted. Next, she’d be demanding Nick marry her like this was the Dark Ages or something…
    The proverbial lightbulb went off. The answer to all her problems was unbelievably simple: she needed a husband.Everything would be fine if she got married: there’d be no embarrassment to the family, no heart attacks for Uncle Marcus, no explosions from Will, no gossip in the society pages.
    Well, there’d be a little of that, considering she was getting married so quickly to someone whom she hadn’t been connected with in the past, but she could survive that fallout. The romantic idea of eloping—and that gossip—could be ridden out, and in another month or so she could announce she was pregnant.
    This was perfect. Relief spread through her body, and feeling much better, she rolled out of the bed and to her feet. She had the bones of a plan now; she just needed to flesh them out. Energy flowed through her as the plan started to solidify. She’d go to Vegas tomorrow and marry Nick.
    What if Nick doesn’t want to get married? the little voice in her head asked.
    That was the hitch in her plan. She didn’t know how Nick would respond to the news he was going to be a father, and she really didn’t know how he felt about marriage. What would she do if he said no?
    Nick wasn’t going to say no. He couldn’t. He’d want to do the right thing.
    And if he didn’t? Well, she was a Harrison, and she’d just have to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
    Nick crossed the lobby, his body and mind at odds. Something wasn’t right—possibly even very wrong—but he couldn’t have stayed away if he’d wanted to. His skin had felt tight and hot since he’d found Evie’s message on his phone