Chapter Nine
Three weeks later
Lydia fingered the club floor pass while she waited for the bartender to pass over her Old Fashioned. For at least the fifteenth time in the last two hours, she looked longingly at the exit. What had she been thinking? Hopping on a plane, spur of the moment like this was so unlike her. So was asking Travis if she could make use of his unused NFR tickets and club pass. Her face still burned at the memory of Travis’s knowing smirk when he handed over the envelope. Of course, everyone would read into it and jump to conclusions. It turned out more than a couple of folks had seen her plastered against Colton at the wedding.
It had been a mistake coming to Vegas.
She should have waited until Colton came home for Christmas, like she’d planned. But the hope that
