Chapter Eighteen
TESS
“Tess,” Minnie stuck her head in the door and looked around my room, “are you ready for this trip?”
I sank onto the side of the bed. I used to love Vegas, but I couldn’t get my head into this trip.
“Clothes-wise, yes. Nerves-wise? I have no clue.”
She glanced over her shoulder before she shut the door. “Girl, you need to let whatever the hell is bothering you go.”
I attempted a smile, and she narrowed her eyes.
“When was the last time you and Trigger bumped fuzzies?”
“Wow.” I pulled up the handle of my suitcase. “Where my head just went was not okay.”
“That long, hey?”
“I don’t know. I have mixed feelings on the whole Tess and Trigger thing.”
She thought for a moment. “Whenever Brick and I are out of sync, I just need to get laid. I really think you need it
