Bound to the Beard

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A stranger at the Bellagio fountains just ruined Coral's shirt and sent her purse into the water.

I stared at her as I sat up and took an inventory of my body parts. Except for the painful spot where I’d bitten my tongue, I didn’t appear to be injured.

“Are you okay?” My fingers still clutched the fabric from her shirt. I held it out to her. Maybe she could pin it back together, or…

“No, I’m not okay. You just dumped two liters of sticky strawberry shit down my front and ruined my favorite shirt. Not to mention my purse is now sitting at the bottom of the… what is this? A swamp? A pond?” She turned toward the water.

“It’s an eight-and-a-half acre man-made lake.” I cursed myself for reading the “Facts about Vegas” cards that Josh’s fiancée forced everyone to look over on the plane.

“Really? Eight and a half acres?” She glared at me, her lips turned down in a frown that did nothing to take away from her beauty. “Any chance when you’re done rattling off useless facts you might be willing to give me your shirt since you’re the reason mine is in pieces?”

“Give her your shirt, Flynn,” Josh called out from where he rested with his back against the railing and his head between his knees.

“Sorry about that.” I whipped the dark gray tee over my head and handed it to her. Thanks to my height, I always ordered my shirts in extra-tall. When she pulled it over her head and let it settle on her shoulders, it hung down past the point where her tight jeans encased her full, round ass.

“Thanks to you, I just lost the entire contents of my purse. What are you planning on doing about that?” Her hand clamped to her hip, and she studied me with a look that reminded me of the ones I used to get from my middle school teachers when I’d done something to cause trouble. Only my teachers had never been as pretty as the gorgeous woman standing in front of me.

“I’m going to get everything back for you.” The only thing that mattered in that moment was coming through for the curvy brunette.

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

I shot a glance at Josh. He’d be okay for a few minutes. “Hold my phone?”

“Where are you going?” She reached for the phone I handed her. Our fingers brushed. Maybe it was the music blaring through the speakers while the fountains danced, but I could have sworn I heard angels sing as I stared deep into her eyes.

“I’ll be right back.” Then I turned toward the fountains shooting water four-hundred feet into the air and hopped the railing.

Find out what happens next tonight.