Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,30

working all night renovating the backstage area.

Clara’s sitting on one of the couches we pushed in the corner talking to Ben as he paints a wall. Damien’s in the bathroom tiling the shower, and I was installing the baseboards until I couldn’t focus anymore. I haven’t seen Emma nearly enough in the past three days. And I’m willing to admit how much I miss her.

She understood when I explained we were going to get busy the closer the take over of the club got, but I’d gotten used to our routine, and like I said, I miss her.

“Going to get your neighbor fix?” Damien says from inside the bathroom area.

“Stop it,” Ben and Clara say at the same time.

“Go, tell Emma we said hi. We want to do a yoga class tomorrow if she’s in.” Clara gives a little wave, not wanting to get up with all the open paint around her.

“See you tomorrow,” Damien says, as Ben humps the air with his paint roller.

I jog to my Range Rover, excited to see Emma after all these days. When I turn on the car I notice the time, disappointed Felicity will already be in bed. I’m startled when I realize just how much I miss Felicity, too.

I jump out of my car going straight toward Emma’s house when I get a whiff of myself. Annoyed, I go home to shower in record time, throwing on a hoodie, and gray sweats before finally heading over to Emma’s house.

I knock on the door, and when she opens it I pull her to me, kissing her deeply. Emma doesn’t resist, and she melts into me.

Have I mentioned how much I miss her?

I grab onto her ass ready to carry her to her room when I hear whistles. Emma pulls away and her eyes are glassy. Has she been crying? I glance over her shoulder and spot Lacey and Sindy smiling back at me.

Emma clears her throat and steps away from me, “So, Sindy and Lacey are here,” she says, grabbing my hand and leading me into the living room.

“Hello,” I say, clearing my throat, not from embarrassment but from the disappointment Emma wasn’t alone.

“Good, maybe you can talk some sense into her,” Sindy says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes, please tell Emma it’s a bad idea. We’re making so much money,” Lacey interjects.

“Stop. We’ll talk about this later,” Emma says, not meeting my eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Emma says, narrowing her eyes at her friends.

Sindy speaks up not intimidated by Emma’s death glare, “Emma wants us to stop doing the Triplets”

“Yeah, we’re making more money than any of us had dancing by ourselves. You have to tell her not to stop.” Lacey gives me a pleading look.

“You guys can find another girl to do it. You don’t need me.” Emma still refuses to look me in the eye, letting me know there’s more to this story.

Lacey and Sindy aren’t convinced.

“We don’t want another girl. You’re a part of the Triplets,” Lacey says.

“Emma, quit being stupid. You know this is the most fun you’ve had on stage. I don’t know what made you think quitting is a good idea, but it’s not.” Sindy crosses her arms again, pacing the living room.

Emma stares up at the ceiling, and I wonder if Sindy is onto something. Maybe something happened that has made Emma want to quit the Triplets. Seeing the stubborn look on her face, I know I won’t get it out of her while the girls are here.

“I’ll talk her out of quitting,” I say.

Emma’s head snaps toward me, anger and something else swimming in her eyes. “You can’t convince me to change my mind. It’s done. No need to keep talking about it. I’m out of the Triplets.”

Before Sindy and Lacey can protest, I hold up my hand. “Why don’t you two go home. I’ll talk to her.”

Emma’s eyes shoot lasers at me, but I ignore her for now wanting to get her alone before I find out what’s going on.

“Well, hopefully you’ll have better luck than we did.” Lacey bends over and kisses Emma on the forehead. “We love you. It wouldn’t be the same without you. Just listen to Axel.”

Sindy comes over and hugs Emma. “Just talk to Axel.”

The two girls close the front door, leaving me alone with a very pissed off Emma.

“How could you do that to me?” I know she wants to yell, but Felicity’s sleeping so she has to whisper her anger.

“I just wanted them to leave so