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Chapter One

"This one’s for the ball," Mike said, slurping down his tequila shot "And this one’s for the chain" He chased it with his beer "Your turn"

Jack sat back as Mike pushed Dean to another round Dean, the bachelor of the weekend, ell beyond three sheets but kept drinking anyway

"W-what time is it?" Dean asked

"You’re not allowed to ask until Sunday," Toaze followed a cocktail waitress wearing a skintight"Daht need to stay in your fine establishroom"

Jack Morrison’s friends always called him Moore: more money, more women, and more time to do whatever he wanted due to his family’s portfolio His buddies at the table had known hih school If they ever wanted to stay at the Morrison Hotel and Casino on the Vegas strip for a week or a , for that matter, Jack would make it happen They all held executive positions or owned their own businesses, ether as it was The weekend bachelor party would have to do

Jack had insisted they drive instead of jet over the California desert With Dean walking the plank--or aisle, as it were--they wouldn’t have this golden opportunity again Dean was the first of the four of thele men The last time one of them didn’t need to rush ho drunk and not have to explain theas and a road trip…what could be better? Once Dean said "I do," it was all going to change Deep inside Jack knew this…was ready for it Life was a series of chapters, and this one would end in style if he had any say in the matter

"Oh ed Jack’s araze as it landed on the back of a woman he knew all too well She had her platinuh on her head; her shoulders were bare except for the spaghetti straps of the sliically enhanced curve of her body Just when Jack thought he could turn aithout her noticing hilance over her shoulder and offered a painted-on smile

"Well, hell, how did she knoe’d be here?" If there was one woain, it was probably Heather As she swayed her hips while walking in his direction, Jack kneasn’t going to get his wish

"She probably heard through the grapevine it was Dean’s bachelor party And you do own the hotel, so where else would the party be," To you here" Heather’s wispy tone was born of practice and not sincerity

Unable to avoid her, Jack stood as she approached She leaned in and kissed his cheek He quickly stood back and motioned toward his friends "You remember Tom, Mike, and Dean?"

"Of course" She offered the on Dean s you to Vegas?" Jack asked, as if he didn’t know

"You told ht it was past time for me to spend time in it"