But she hadn’t worn a bra either and knew the odds were it would’ve slid right down to her toes when she danced with Cade. At least she’d worn the thigh holster, so she had her gun. A lot of good it did her though—the two tangos were out there with Ronnie and Allison, who had been chatting in the lounge waiting for her, and she was in here with no idea what weapons those men had. They had to be substantial or she had a feeling that Ronnie would’ve laughed at them and walked out. “You’re not going to get out of here with us—we have security,” Allison said calmly. “Oh, we’ll get out,” one of the men replied in a thick Texas drawl. “As soon as Roger knocks on that door to let us know the coast is clear. Now, keep your damned mouth shut.” “It will never be clear, because my husband won’t let you get out alive,” Veronica said, ignoring his warning. “Your best bet is to just leave and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
