Chapter 148

Okay, mope time over.

After I had my little freak-out over an ATM receipt, I decided I was going to celebrate.

Not, like, celebrate the way Connor did, with sixteen-course meals and surf-n-turf room service.

Just lunch. A nice lunch and a glass of wine. I’m a sensible girl (usually), and contemplating a year of financial freedom had made me want to keep it.

Mmm… maybe two glasses of wine.

I found a nice little restaurant by the crazy indoor canal that ran through the Venetian’s shopping area. It was late enough after the lunch crowd that there was plenty of seating, so they put me by the wrought-iron railing so I could watch the gondolas go by. Guys wearing white-and-black-striped shirts with little red scarves pushed the boats along with poles. Meanwhile, the people inside the gondolas filmed the whole thing with their iPhones. Or smooched. Or filmed themselves with their iPhones as they smooched.

It looked like fun. I wondered if Connor would do something so ‘Vegas-y.’

Probably not.