Free KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys by Frankie Love

you don’t want to sleep with me again?” I ask her, a bit surprised. Claire’s hard to read. Sometimes she seems all in, and other times ... it’s like her mind is somewhere else entirely. In all honesty, I’m not used to this reaction from a woman. Most women are dying to have my full attention.
    “Fuck. Shit. Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call you back,” she says. The call ends and I stare at my phone confused. What the hell is going on with her?
    What the hell is going on with her?
    Then I shrug it off—not my business—and go back to my computer screen to book the tickets.

Chapter Ten
    Claire
    A fter kindergarten drop-off I come home, do laundry, clean the condo, and sit online paying bills. The three hours zoom by and the next thing I know I’m picking Sophia up from her half day.
    Standing outside the classroom with the other kinder-moms, I can’t help but notice how different we are. They hold to-go cups of coffee, and with their hair pulled back they show off giant diamond earrings. I always notice details like this—but today I realize that if all goes perfectly with Landon’s family, in a week I could be like them.
    I could be wearing cute yoga pants, having just returned from a workout and coffee date. I could be stress-free and smiling. Not looking frazzled, still unshowered, and hungry, like I am most days. Like I am right now.
    “Hi—it’s Claire, right?” asks a woman I’ve run into a few times at pick-up.
    “Yeah, that’s right. And you’re JoJo, Hardy’s aunt, right?”
    JoJo is super in shape and super gorgeous, with flaming red hair.
    “Yep,” she says. “I help my sister with him as much as I can. She’s a solo parent, and I’m glad I can help.”
    “That’s awesome. I’m a single mom, too.” I blink, wondering why the hell I can tell this stranger the state of my family affairs, but not my best friends.
    “Well, I don’t know how often you can get out, but a group of my friends and I are going to a show at Spades Royalle in a few nights. Would you like to come? I mean, it’s the all-male revue but should be fun? I’m actually kinda into one of the guys in the show and want to check him out. Which, I know, over-share much?”
    Knowing firsthand how hot McQueen is, I have no doubt she’s into one of the guys in the show with him. They’re all gorgeous and ripped. Heck, the guy she has the hots for very well could be McQueen.
    Instead of asking about McQueen, I stick to the facts.
    “I wish I could, but I’m going to be out of town next week.”
    “Oh, really? Work or pleasure?”
    I bite my lip, knowing it’s both, and knowing that the moment I agreed to Landon’s job offer my life became an episode of some Bravo! TV show.
    “Pleasure, mostly. Going to England, actually.”
    “Oh, wow, that’s awesome,” she says. “Well, have a blast.”
    Just then the kindergarten class files out into the hallway.
    “Nice seeing you, JoJo,” I say, reaching for Sophia’s hand the moment she steps out the door. I sweep her up, knowing I need to get home and start packing.
    Landon calls as I’m in the drive-thru at Panera getting Sophia a kid’s mac and cheese, while listening to the Frozen soundtrack for the eighteen billionth time.
    “Tomorrow at ten,” he says, letting me know when the car will be there to pick me up.
    He also says I need to get his credit card to get a new wardrobe.
    Great, I’ll squeeze that in after I get Sophia down for a nap. My to-do list is unquestionably out of control. Besides quality time I need to squeeze in with my daughter, I apparently need to have a shopping spree. No way can I do it all.
    That’s when Landon begins talking about the sex-potential of the trip. I whisper-yell my sex-boundaries, with the volume cranked up so Sophia doesn’t hear. Landon and I are on such completely different wavelengths at the moment. But obviously I can’t explain that. Not now. I just need to get to England.
    Just as I’m about to hang up with