Sarah waved her hand languidly in the air. She wondered if she’d see sparkles trailing from her fingertips if she drank a third glass of champagne before the plane landed. Maybe it took something quite a bit stronger than champagne for that to happen? What did it matter? Life with the rich and famous was good. Besides, she’d decided even before getting on the private plane that she didn’t want any explanations from J.D. Not now, not ever. No kissing, no explanations. That was why she kept on cutting him off whenever he tried to mention their kiss. She didn’t care to hear, in greater detail than before, about how sorry he was for her or how he’d meant to call her if only he hadn’t been busy with his wife. She’d use J.D. for this free ride out to Vegas, her favorite place to escape, for the weekend and then forget about him the minute they got back to Chicago. She’d already laid down her ground rules for this junket. Vegas had a dramatically negative impact on her good judgment.
