Chapter Two
“Jenny, I can’t believe this,” Lexy said with the phone pressed to her ear. Her new, just out of the box pink strappy stilettos clicked loudly on the hardwood floor of her apartment as she paced. “How is it possible that of all the places in Vegas, I’m supposed to meet Victor, my Anonymous Date guy, at the Savannah Hotel tomorrow evening?”
“You’re joking.”
“I wish I were, but it’s right here in my instruction packet.” She threw the envelope down on the kitchen counter and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How in the hell am I going to meet my date at a hotel where Jack is the food and beverage manager?”
“Can’t you call and change it?”
“I tried that. The woman at the dating agency said she had left my date a message, but that he never called back. She said his voice mail message said he was out of town on business. And our date is tomorrow evening!”
“Well, maybe Jack won’t be working.”
“Saturdays are always busy. The Miss Rodeo America Pageant is going to be there tomorrow, plus Shania Twain’s show. Believe me he’ll be at the hotel.”
“Actually, that’s perfect. With the hotel that packed, it’s not likely Jack will be wandering around the lobby.”
“I don’t know. You’re probably right. I’ll meet up with my date and then we’ll leave. If Jack happens to see me, maybe it’ll serve as a reality check that it’s finally over between the two of us.”