45

BLAIR'S POV

Three days later, bright and early, we were packed and ready to return to Vegas.

“Common, let's go,” Brian hurried me up.

I was a little behind schedule, putting a few details to my plans for our stay in Vegas.

I pulled out my suitcase and, walking by, decided to make a quick stop at Stacy's.

I knocked lightly on her door, hoping that she was kind enough to respond, or worse, present at the house.

Over the last three days all she ever did was go out, shopping spree after shopping spree, with Brian's card, and although I had complained a couple of times, Brian insists that she's a lover of new clothes.

In his words, “I've known Stacy for the longest time. Shopping is therapy for her, and it's the least I can do. I'd be mean to take that away from her.”

Brian always spoke about Stacy from a place of familiarity and I couldn't help getting pinched in the heart, everytime the conversation came up, but I was learning to live with it.

I was knocking at her door for a whi