Richard POV
Where the hell has she gone?
I paced the hotel room for what felt like the hundredth time, glancing at the clock. Hours. It had been hours since Payton stepped out, and she still wasn’t back. My chest tightened with a mixture of worry and frustration. I grabbed my keycard and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
The elevator ride down to the lobby gave me too much time to think. My mind kept drifting back to the phone I’d stupidly left on the nightstand. Elizabeth had been blowing it up since the wedding ceremony started—text after text, demanding I come see her because she was in Las Vegas. Here. In the same damn city. And if I didn’t show up, she swore she’d make sure I regretted it.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s even human at all, or how she manages to know my every m
