Anna stuck out in the night club like a sore thumb. And she had only herself to blame.
After Jeannie and Dave had left for their honeymoon, Anna's three remaining sisters and spouses decided they weren't ready for the party to end.
"You've been so busy that you probably want to go back to your room and soak in the tub, don't you?" Jane said when they told her their plans to go out dancing at the Wynn Las Vegas.
Her sister was right. She was dying to kick off her shoes and veg out in front of some brainless TV. But, again, Anna was struck by the inadvertent subtext of her sister's sentence: We all know how boring you are. The whirlpool tub is going to be the highlight of your day, isn't it?
For the second time in one day, Anna bristled at what her family thought about her.
Evidently she was not only gutless, but boring, too.
And here all this time, she'd thought she was perfectly normal.
Nice.
But as she looked at her sisters and brothers-in-law happily paired off all around her while she stood solo, Anna made a split-second decision. "Actually, I'm in the mood to dance."
Six sets of eyebrows went up. Finally, her oldest sister, Jill, said, "But you didn't even dance at Jeannie's reception."
Of course she hadn't. She didn't dance. Ever. But the pity in her siblings' eyes cracked something inside Anna's chest wide open.
She was sick and tired of always standing on the sidelines, watching everyone else have fun. Especially when all it had ever gotten her was the prospect of a quiet night in her hotel room.
Alone.
"You know we'd love to spend more time with you," Joanne said with gentle understanding in her eyes, "but we understand if you're tired."
"I was saving my energy for tonight," she'd told her stupefied siblings as she'd swept out of the reception hall, her head held high, her shoulders thrown back in what she hoped was a confident, ready-to-have-lots-of-fun way.
She'd show her family. Not only was she going to dance, but she was going to find the most dangerously sexy man in the room to be her partner.
Oh yes, she'd have them all gaping at her as she did the bump and grind--or whatever it was called--with a hot hunk.
The only thing was, she thought as she all but gulped down another glass of Chardonnay the cute bartender at the Tryst nightclub in Wynn Las Vegas had handed her, it was one thing to make a silent vow in the heat of the moment ... and it was another entirely to actually make good on it.
Thirty minutes after her reckless declaration at Jeannie's reception, Anna had to admit that she was way beyond her comfort zone. She wasn't used to such loud music, or being around half-naked people who all seemed to like being smashed against each other like sweaty, drunk sardines.
What had made her think she could come to a casino nightclub and not just fit in, but own it?
The only things she owned were pink bunny slippers and a library card that had been used so many times the numbers were almost all smudged off.
Glad that her sisters and their husbands were all too busy dancing--or too drunk--to notice her slinking out of the nightclub with her tail between her legs, Anna was about to put her empty glass down on the bar when a low, rough voice said, "I noticed your glass was empty. I hope champagne is okay."
Anna looked up into the darkest eyes she'd ever seen as a heat that had nothing to do with the crowd infused her, head to toe.
She'd vowed to look for sinfully dangerous.
Looked like she'd found him.
Chapter Two
As the small brunette took the glass from his hand, her fingertips barely brushing against his knuckles, Cole was surprised to feel his c**k immediately growing thick. Hard.
He'd always had a strong sex drive, strong enough that if he didn't get his rocks off at least a couple of times a week, he'd hit too hard during practice from sheer sexual frustration.
He'd gotten the call from his grandmother right after Sunday's game and had headed straight to Vegas. Usually within a couple of hours of landing in his old hometown, Cole had at least one woman under him. This time, though, he'd gone without. The only thing that had mattered was taking care of his grandmother.
And fulfilling her dying wish.