Betting on the Wrong Brother (What Happens in Vegas) Read Free Page A

nodded toward the buttons. “Keep pressing them.”
    Nolan stabbed the mezzanine level with his thumb, and the lift started moving. He shot Andi a look and wiggled his fingers. “I guess I have the magic touch.”
    “You’ve got something, all right,” she muttered as she turned her back to him to get dressed. It wasn’t that she needed privacy, or had any pride in need of preservation. No. That ship had sailed when she’d tried to seduce him twelve years ago. She just didn’t want to look at those big hands of his and remember how much she’d liked having them on her body.
    “You never did tell me your name.”
    What? Seriously? He still hadn’t figured out who she was? She chewed on that, letting the bitter taste settle on her tongue. She pulled on her skirt, buttoned her blouse, and faced him. Okay, let’s see where this goes.
    “ Andi Palmer. ” Her lips puckered, as she watched him carefully. The blue in his eyes deepened, but it wasn’t from recognition. The guy had given her a complex and ruined her trust in men, and yet her name didn’t ring any bells for him. Jerk.
    “Is Andi short for something?”
    She narrowed her eyes. “You don’t know me, do you?”
    His brows came together. “No, should I?”
    “I guess not.” Why would he, really? She wasn’t that memorable.
    He stepped close, too close. “Believe me, if I’d met you before now I would have remembered.”
    Had the temperature in the elevator just jumped? Time to do something before she introduced her knee to his crotch for not remembering her, or plant her lips on his and kiss the hell out of him so he’d never forget again. She dropped to the floor and gathered up her papers.
    “Here, let me help you.”
    He crouched beside her. Her hand landed on her agenda, and an idea formed. An evil, wicked idea that would make him pay for dissing her back then, and not recognizing her now. Normally she wasn’t the vindictive type and avoided any sort of drama, but Nolan Wheeler deserved to go down, and she knew just how to take him there. Payback really was a bitch. She gathered up her papers and shoved them into her bag, zipped up her suitcase, and jumped to her feet. He followed her up, still looking mussed and rugged, liked he’d just crawled out of a warm bed.
    Why oh why did she have to think of Nolan and bed at the same time?
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
    “Like what?”
    “I’m…” he angled his head, like he wasn’t sure whether to be scared or delighted. He should go with scared. “I’m not sure.”
    “It’s because I just realized who you were.” She tapped her fingers to her forehead. “That’s why I asked if you remembered me. You reminded me of someone, but now I’ve figured out how I know you.”
    He grabbed the neck of his T-shirt again, that uncomfortable look returning. “You do?”
    “Sure.” The doors opened on the mezzanine level. Perfect. She grabbed her suitcase, shouldered her bag, and reached for his hand. “Come with me.”
    “What?” he asked, and gathered up his duffle bag. “Where?”
    “Don’ t worry. I ’ll get you there before it’s too late.” Guiding him to the male model pageant would make her later than she already was, but it was going to be so worth it. Getting him to parade around half naked on a stage in front of hundreds of women wasn’t just the most awesome revenge ever, the pictures she’d take home and distribute at the next high school reunion would be the proverbial icing on the cake. She just wished she wasn’t so interested in licking that icing.
    He slowed his steps. “I think you might have me mistaken for someone else.”
    “ Oh, I don ’t think so, and don’ t worry, I ’m not like the wilder women at this convention. Groping the male models is not my thing. You’re safe in my hands.” She gave a wink and as he dug in his heels, she tugged harder, practically dragging him down the hall. Women passed, casting curious glances their