Jane’s POVKodaline’s Moving On was pulsing through the walls of the club when we stepped in. Me, in an incredibly short black dress that Shawn must never see me in, and my best friend, Laura, in something much worse.A slutty red dress that hid practically nothing. Her cleavage gleamed with the neon lights as she held on to my hand, pushing me further through the crowd. “Wooo!” She cheered excitedly. Her pitch was infectious, and soon, I found myself laughing. “Now, I don’t get why they have a song this slow on, but we are in Vegas, baby!”“Right,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. But I knew nothing escaped Laura because as soon as we reached the bar, she let go of my hand and tilted her head in my direction. “What’s with the tone?”“Nothing,” I drawled. “I am just…”“You are in a club in Vegas, Jane, and that is the only thing that matters right now. Not your stupid husband, Shawn, or his Lydia, his bitch of a secretary. You are going to enjoy every sec
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