Isla

"I'm not coming to Vegas, Jodi," I groan, though I desperately need a change of scenery.

"It's been four months! Come and stay with me. You can work at the library here. I'm never home, anyway; I'm at Travis' most nights. You'll have the apartment to yourself. Please?" she pouts, and I know damn well she's not going to let up.

I've been in a downward spiral since my husband left me for his secretary; determined that I'll remain single for the rest of my days. Maybe she's right and Sin City is exactly what I need?

"Your bachelorette is in three months. If I can set up a job before then, I'll stay afterward," I concede.

"Really?" she squeals, and I have to pull the receiver away from my ear. "I can't wait! We're going to have so much fun."

I'll be gin-drunk for the entire party, but I suppose it's expected. It isn't easy seeing one of your best friends fall madly in love with a sweet man when you've had your heart trampled on. With all of her bridesmaids married, I'll be the only divorcée in the group. Jodi's sister is single, but she's notorious for matchmaking.

As much as I love the idea of an attractive stranger rendezvous for a night—if only so I have sex with something other than a toy—I'm not the kind of woman who tends to be picked out of a sea of beautiful women. I look down at my cardigan and pencil skirt and laugh to myself—definitely not a hot librarian, I'm the old, stuffy librarian children make fun of.

Reluctantly, I give in to Jodi, "I'll apply to the library this week."

"Fuck, I love you! You'll love it here. Hot men, sexy women, whatever floats your boat."

Or sinks it.

This will either be an amazing adventure… or the biggest mistake of my life.