“He doesn’t need a chick for that,” Will yells from the table next to ours then high- fives Luke.

Logan glances over at me and shakes his head with a rueful smile. He joined us about an hour ago after checking into the hotel.

“When can we go collect our girls?” Luke asks.

“Sick of us already?” Leo says and throws in some chips.

“Natalie’s a helluva lot better looking than you.”

“I won’t disagree there,” Leo says with a smile. “And you’ve got nothing on your sister.”

“She’s a pain in the ass,” I murmur good-naturedly. “And you’re a fucking saint.”

“I’m no saint.” He shakes his head. “And yes, she can be a pain in the ass, but she’s my pain in the ass.”

“That’s so sweet,” Dom taunts him. “Watch out, you’re about to lose your man card.”

Isaac smirks from next to Luke. “I think you pass your man card off to your wife when you get married. You’re still a man, but you’re her man.”

“That’s too deep to think about when I’m drinking, bro,” Will responds and swigs his beer. “I’m not handing my man card off to anyone. Meg knows who the boss is.”

All the guys burst out into laughter and shake their heads at Will as though he’s just a stupid, stupid man.

“Sure she does,” Luke says with a grin. “She’s the boss.”

“Yeah.” Will sighs and then gets a goofy grin on his face. “She is.”

“See, you don’t have that problem when both people in the relationship are men,” Logan says with a satisfied smile.

“Not gonna happen, dude,” Caleb says with a shake of his head, making Logan laugh.

“That won’t ever be an issue for me either,” Leo mutters with a scowl and tosses his cards on the table in disgust.

“Won’t marry you, huh?” Caleb asks.

“Nope.”

“Have you asked her?” Logan asks soberly. The more I get to know Logan the more I like him. He doesn’t mince words.

“I’ve mentioned it a few times, but she insists that she doesn’t ever want to get married, so no, I’ve never formally proposed.” He looks miserable. His jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth and his tattooed hands are flexed on the table.

“Ask her,” Nate says soberly.

“She’ll say no.”

“Maybe not,” I reply and nod when he looks up at me in surprise. “She thinks you’ve been mad at her or something.”

“She talked to you?”

“She came to my place one night when you were working late.”

“I’m not fucking mad at her.” He scowls and shakes his head, as if he’s confused. “I can’t think of anything but her.”

“Ask her,” Luke says again and then to the dealer, “I’m in.”

Suddenly, all of our phones begin to chime and vibrate at once. We all glance at each other then check our phones.

It’s from Meredith, and it’s a picture of her gorgeous breasts. Jesus Christ, just a photo of her tits makes me hard. Here’s your boob pic, perv.

I grin and then glance around at the others. Their jaws are all dropped, staring at their phones in fascination.

“Did everyone get a tit pic?” I ask.

The guys nod, but Logan laughs and shakes his head. “No, I got a photo of my man draped in all of your women.” He shows it to all of us, making us laugh.

“I thought you said they’d be safe together,” I say to Matt who is grinning like a loon and staring down at his phone.

“I said they’d be safe. I didn’t say they’d make wise choices.” He tucks his phone inside his pocket as we all begin to pack it in. “However, I think that’s a sign that they’ve been left to their own devices for long enough.”

“I’m marrying these tits,” Will says in wonder as he continues to stare at his phone.

“Don’t let Meg hear you saying that,” Luke says with a laugh. “She’ll kick your ass.”

“I’m marrying her,” he whispers and then grins, also like a loon.

The Montgomerys are a bunch of fucking loons.

We settle up with the dealers then head out. I’m ready to be with my girl. I couldn’t be happier that she’s having fun with the other girls, and it doesn’t surprise me. She’s funny as fuck and easy to love.

She’s so fucking easy to love.

“I have a feeling Jax might be pissed at me,” Logan confesses as we make our way through the casino toward the sky bridge back to the Cosmo.

“Why?” I ask.

“What the fuck did you do?” Will tosses over his shoulder to us.

“He doesn’t know I’m coming,” Logan says, “so I haven’t been answering my phone today.”

“Is he blowing it up? I hate it when that happens,” Dom says.

“No, he’s just called once and texted a few times, but I feel guilty for not responding.”

“You could have just pretended like you were at home,” I say and eye the man next to me.

“I’m a horrible liar.”

“It’s a text. He can’t tell if you’re lying.”

He shrugs a shoulder and purses his lips. “I just hope I didn’t waste a trip to Vegas.”

“You’re fine.” I clap him on the shoulder and follow the guys into the club. We all stop short, in a line, and stare open-mouthed at the scene before us.

Meg is belting out a Britney Spears song on a karaoke machine. Brynna is lying on the bar with a wedge of lime between her perky, plump breasts and Sam is throwing back a shot of tequila, then takes the lime out of Bryn’s breasts with her teeth.

“Jesus, my woman is doing body shots with your wife,” Leo says to Caleb, his voice low and reverent. Caleb simply nods silently.

Jax and Natalie are on the dance floor, dancing to the noises coming out of Meg. Luke is watching her and laughing his ass off.

Jules and Mer are leaning back against the bar, their heads tipped back so the bartender can pour shots directly into their mouths.

Stacy is sitting on some strange man’s lap and Nic is behind the bar, serving customers, throwing bottles in the air Cocktail-style.

“Is this really happening?” Dom asks when he can catch his breath from laughing.

“Why is my wife sitting in some motherfucker’s lap?” Isaac asks. We’ve all crossed our arms over our chests, watching like it’s a train wreck that we just can’t look away from.