for the menu. “Get me a twelve-ounce T-bone, medium rare, baked potato, and veggies. Side salad with ranch. And something for dessert. Whatever you want half of. And two sodas.”
“Sounds good.” I ordered the food, then got into yoga pants and a long tee. I grabbed the second book out of my suitcase and curled up on the bed, waiting for room service.
When I tried to get settled, I saw Greg watching me. “What?”
“Sorry I grounded you. If I wasn’t worried about this whole development thing, I’d send you out to play with your friends.” He kept typing on his laptop as he talked.
“I kind of like spending the night in an upscale hotel with room service and guilt-free reading time. You aren’t holding me against my will or anything.”
“You’re a good person, Jill Gardner. Maybe I should marry you one of these days.”
I laughed, which apparently wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “That’s the second time I’ve heard about the two of us getting married today.”
“Your aunt pushing you?”
“Nope. Amy. She thought we could do the Elvis thing while we were down here.” I snuggled deeper into the stack of pillows I’d set up and started reading. It was kind of the perfect end to the day. At least until the food arrived.
Chapter 21
The next morning, Greg filled me in. The feds hadn’t known about Frank’s death. Their field agents, Mike and Sara, had reported that Presley was starting up another scam, so that was why they were there, watching him. “Apparently, Mike has a habit of getting too involved in cases. His supervisor said he’s been convinced that this Presley guy is attached to people here in Vegas who are connected.”
“As in organized crime?” We were having our second room service–delivered meal. This time I had a large omelet stuffed with everything I loved. The orange juice had come with or without champagne. We had both chosen with, because Greg had declared this morning he was off duty until he was back in South Cove. We had a bread basket filled with amazing rolls and coffee cakes, as well as hash browns that were so crisp, they made me cry with joy. Yep, it was food heaven. “We are really going to have to check out the restaurants today before we join the party. I want to see what’s out there.”
“I can’t believe you’re planning more meals while we’re eating breakfast.” He held up a slice of ham. “Although this isn’t half bad.”
A knock came at the door, and when Greg went to answer, Amy and Justin came inside. Amy sat down on the bed next to me. “Ooh, coffee. Mind if I grab some? I think I had one too many margaritas last night.”
Justin chuckled. “Actually, I think it was the shots. You can put down the tequila when you want to.”
“It’s my party and I’ll drink if I want to.” Amy grinned as she sipped the coffee. “We came to see if you wanted to grab breakfast, but I can see the answer to that question. We’re going over to the Venetian to do the boats. You want to meet us there after we eat?”
“They have an art museum too. I want to see that. They’re supposed to have some amazing pieces.” I handed her a slice of banana bread.
“Sounds amazeballs.” She ate the bread and almost chugged the coffee. “We had so much fun last night. You guys really should have come out too.”
“I was the wet blanket, sorry,” Greg admitted. “But today, there’s no work. No one will even know I’m a cop.”
“Sounds like a plan. After the chick stuff, maybe we can hit the roller-coaster over at New York-New York.” Justin took a piece of Amy’s bread. “This is amazing. We’re getting room service tomorrow, sweetheart.”
“Okay.” She finished her coffee and popped up. “We’ll see you at nine by the boats.”
“We’ll be there.” I watched as they barreled out of the room and shut the door. The room was quiet. “They are two of a kind. They’ll be perfect for each other.”
“If you mean loud, outgoing, and always doing something, then yes, I agree with you.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I think I’m going to be done people-ing after this vacation for a while.”
“Me too.” I refilled my coffee cup and scanned the list of restaurants from the travel magazine. “Apparently, the Venetian has one of the best breakfast buffets in town. We’ll have to go over there tomorrow.”
“Works for me.”