“Who are you texting?”
“No one. I’m booking us flights.”
I snort. She’s always making shit like this up to throw me off. “Oh, yeah? Pray tell, bestie. Where are we going? Mexico? Ooh. A weekend in Paris? We can drink wine by the Eiffel Tower.”
“You have expensive taste for an unemployed person.”
“Please don’t remind me of that.”
“We’re going to Vegas.”
I lean forward and place my glass on the table in front of me. “Pardon me?”
“Don’t play dumb. It’s unbecoming. You heard me.” She doesn’t even glance up at me.
“When?”
A slow feline smile stretches across her lips. She looks far too satisfied with herself, something that immediately sets off alarm bells in my head.
“In a few hours. We’ll get there in time to grab dinner and hit the rodeo. Maybe I’ll ride a cowboy tonight too.” She winks, and I stare slack-jawed at her.
“You’re not even kidding, are you?”
“Why would I kid about this?” Her brows furrow.
“You’re insane.”
Willa laughs lightly, running a finger over the rim of her champagne glass. “Some people would say that’s a redhead thing.”
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
The server drops our drinks off and eyes me, probably checking to see if I’m swaying in my seat or something.
“It’s a great idea. It will be fun. And you’ll get your Prince Charming. You’re welcome.”
Silence stretches between us as I stare her down. The thing about Willa is that she can’t be stared down. Not really. She’s too ballsy. She just stares back, arching one shapely brow.
“If this we’re your last moment on earth, would you—”
I hold up a hand to stop her, shaking my head. “I really wish people would stop using that saying against me.” I let out a ragged sigh and drink. Because today I’m going to Vegas. Because in my last moments, I’d want to be with Rhett.
I’d want him to know I love him too. Every stupid, impulsive, broken bone in his body.