HUDSON'S POV:THE HOT LAS VEGAS sun beat down on the crowded pool area, cooking the bodies standing around or splashing in the pool without mercy. Most people here weren't sober and so they didn't care about that.I took a sip of my Bourbon on ice, set my glass down, and leaned farther back in the lounge chair. A cannonball landed somewhere to my left, sending a wave across the pool that rocked an inflatable flamingo carrying a laughing couple. Everyone around me seemed determined to enjoy themselves.I wasn't.“Hey, none of that,” Owen said. “We're on vacation. Be excited.”I glanced over at the lounge chair next to mine, where my hulking best friend and co-founder was sprawled out. He wasn't looking at me, and for all I knew, he was falling asleep behind those dark sunglasses of his.“You know it's killing me that we're lazing around,” I complained. “The last thing I need is your whining voice in my ear. We should be working. You know, WORKING!""Come on, Hudson. All that working an
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