When any normal human being invites you out for grub in the middle of the night, it typically involves a greasy spoon of some sort.
Burgers. Fries. Milkshakes.
Poorly scrambled eggs. Burnt toast.
That type of thing.
But when Cale Windermere makes a late-night “reservation”?
It involves a private cabin on a giant Ferris wheel overlooking bright city lights, and a spread of the best sushi Vegas has to offer.
Touching the glass, I whispered, “It’s too much.”
“It’s never too much for my girl.”
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