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to explain himself.”
    Mandy shook her head and tutted. “Come on, honey. Let’s leave.”
    “Honey?” Cait screeched, but then she registered the rest of Mandy’s words. “Leave?”
    Cait took Simon’s other hand and tugged him toward her. “You are not leaving with her, Simon.”
    What ensued was a game of tug and war with Simon as the rope. In the end, it was Simon who determined the winner.
    “Caitlyn, I think we should break up.”

Chapter 2
    Simon’s bags were gone when Cait returned to the suite.
    She stared at the empty spot where his luggage had been as shock washed over her. He had really done it. He’d left with that hussy, Mandy.
    After Simon broke up with her, Cait stood there in shock as he walked away with Mandy. She needed air, so she went outside to breathe in the cool early evening breeze. She couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes, and Simon and his bags were already gone. Cait dialed down to the front desk and was informed Simon hadn’t cancelled the reservation. At least he’d had the decency to move to another hotel and leave her with a room.
    Cait wasted no time in going to the wet bar and pulling open the fridge that sat on the counter. She selected several tiny, expensive bottles of rum and placed them on the counter. She looked at her selection of alcohol. She reached back inside to pull out every five dollar bottle of water from the fridge and added it to the growing pile on the counter.
    Simon always ranted at the cost of bottled water, and the suite was reserved to his credit card. The least he deserved was an astronomical amount charged to him, courtesy of the fiancée he’d abandoned in Vegas.
    Cradling a bottle of rum in both hands, Cait sank down in the armchair placed before the room’s floor-to-ceiling window and stared out at the blinking lights of the Vegas Strip. Her hotel was situated near one end of the Strip, so the view was gorgeous.
    It was only dusk. When night fell, the view would be even more amazing.
    Cait lifted a bottle to her lips and took a deep swallow. The high-end rum burned a trail of fire straight to her empty stomach. Unless she counted the small bag of peanuts she’d had on the plane, she hadn’t eaten that day.
    Cait made a mental note to order dinner, but first she would finish a couple of these bottles. The numbing effect of alcohol was needed to get through this night.
    Cait’s throat ached with unshed tears, but she refused to cry for that heartless bastard. How could she have been so blind as to believe Simon when he said he loved her? The signs had been there all along, his disinterest in her hopes, and the cold way he treated her fears.
    Cait tossed an empty bottle at the trash can but missed by about two feet. She snorted at her effort. Basketball had never been her game.
    Cait left the trash lying where it fell. It wasn’t like there was a clean freak in her life anymore. She didn’t have to worry about being neat, so there was an upside to this disaster at least.
    She opened the second bottle and sipped on it as night fell. The sky outside her window turned dark, and more lights appeared on the Strip. The view was indeed gorgeous, but Cait’s image was reflected on the window and ruined her appreciation of the scene.
    She looked about as miserable as she felt.
    The room’s phone rang, and Cait shot it a glare hot enough to melt stone. It was probably Simon calling to apologize. If so, she didn’t want to hear it. The phone went silent, but a couple minutes later it started up again.
    Cait sighed. It could be something important, like Simon being run over by a car.
    The phone rang several times before she stood and walked over to snatch up the receiver. “Hello?”
    “Is this Caitlyn Myers?” A professional-sounding voice asked.
    Cait’s heart nearly stopped. She hadn’t been serious about him being run over. “Yes, it is.”
    “This is Mary with the airline.”
    Cait sank down onto the mattress with a relieved