Becca’s eyes ached as she forced them open. Her head pounded, and she rubbed her forehead to ease the pain. She sat up on the extra-large king-sized bed and glanced around—the penthouse looked familiar, like the one she’d stayed in many years ago when she flew to Vegas at the request of a client.
But why was she here? It wasn’t her hotel room. That was when she noticed she was wearing a negligee that said “I love you, honey” in pink down its front. She’d didn’t recall ever having this in her luggage. In fact, whatever had happened last night after she started chatting with Max at the restaurant was a total blackout.
Max? Where was he in all of this? She caught a movement on the other side of the bed, and her head swiveled in that direction. The bed sheet moved down, and Becca saw the top
