Chapter Eleven
ALEX
Dylan: We’re going out to find a bar and go dancing. Wanna join?
I shake my head at his dumb ass.
Alex: Guess that headache went away quickly.
Taking the elevator back down to the lobby, I decide to grab a drink from the cabana until they’re out of the room.
Dylan: f**k you. Beer will solve that.
Alex: Beer Goggles. Good idea, man.
Dylan: Yeah, whatever. You comin’ or not?
Alex: Nah. Gonna grab a drink by the pool. Go have fun with the future Mrs. Hart.
Dylan: That’s not even funny! Damn, I thought you gettin’ laid would soften you up.
I blow out a breath of frustration.
Alex: Text me if you’re not coming back tonight so I don’t worry she’s kidnapped you.
Dylan: Yeah, I will.
Finding a seat at the bar, I order my usual and watch the people around me. Looki
