Fool's Gold Collection Part 2: Only Mine / Only Yours / Only His / Only Us: A Fool's Gold Holiday

“Who?”

“The cougar out to destroy my brother. The one you said was going to get pregnant to trap him.” He wanted to think she would miss the flight, but his luck wasn’t that good.

Dakota’s eyes widened. At the same time, Finn heard something very much like a whimper coming from in front of them.

Dakota cleared her throat. “Ah, yes. Aurelia is on the plane. In fact, she’s sitting in the row in front of us. Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed.” She jabbed him in the side. “And I never said she was going to get pregnant. Oh, look.” She pointed. “There’s your brother. He’s going to sit next to her.” Dakota turned to him. “Perhaps he can explain why you’re such an idiot.”

Finn almost regretted what he said. Almost. He was sure that under normal circumstances Aurelia was a perfectly decent human being. But he couldn’t trust a woman who had gone on a reality show to find a man. Who did that? She was too old for Stephen. He was going to do everything in his power to keep them apart.

He glanced out the window. “When does the flight leave?”

“I swear, if you plan to spend the entire hour flight asking, ‘Are we there yet?’ I’m going to drop something heavy on your groin.”

Despite everything going on and his growing level of frustration, Finn laughed. “Okay, you win. I’ll behave.”

“Can I get that in writing?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She settled back in her seat and took his hand in hers. “You are so lying.”

“Maybe not.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. So tell me, what would you be doing if you were back in Alaska? Flying?”

“Probably.”

“You’re on a plane now. That’s practically the same thing.”

He laced his fingers with hers. “It’s not the same thing. When you’re the pilot, you’re in charge.”

“We could ask the flight attendant if you can have a pair of those little wings they give kids. You could pin them on your shirt. That might make you feel better.”

“You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?”

“I am pretty funny.”

“I’ll give you pretty, but that’s as far as I’m going.”

She smiled. “I can live with that.”

AURELIA HAD NEVER BEEN to Las Vegas before. She’d seen it on TV and in the movies, but she found that real life was much, much better. The short plane ride had passed painfully slowly, as she’d desperately wished to disappear into her seat. Finn’s cruel assumptions about her and why she was on the show had made her feel horrible. She’d spent most of the trip berating herself for not standing up to her mother more. Because if she had something close to a spine, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

Now they’d arrived at the huge airport in Las Vegas, she was determined to shake off her bad feelings and simply enjoy the experience. She might never come back, and she had a feeling she would want these memories later.

Stephen stood next to her as they waited for their luggage. Geoff had said to pack for an evening on the town. That was tomorrow. This afternoon’s agenda was supposed to be a lot of quick shots of them in the casino and around town.

As the luggage carousel started, she caught sight of Finn and Dakota walking toward the taxi stand. As they weren’t going to be on television, they’d been able to pack light and only needed carry-on bags. Aurelia had been forced to borrow a couple of fancy dresses from women at the office, with the idea that at least one of them should be okay for their dressy evening.

As she watched, Finn put his hand on the small of Dakota’s back. It was a simple, polite gesture, but one that made Aurelia long for a man in her life. Someone who would be there for her, just like she wanted to be there for him. Someone who would care.

“Point out your bag and I’ll grab it,” Stephen told her.

She nodded.

He was sweet, she thought wistfully. But too young. That’s what she wanted to tell Finn—that she’d already come to terms with the fact that she and his brother could only be friends. But she was afraid if she told Stephen, he would act different and Geoff would notice. Aurelia didn’t want to be voted off the show too soon. The longer she stayed, the more she didn’t have to deal with her mother. Oddly enough, the more she was around Stephen, the stronger she felt.

She saw her bag, and Stephen lifted it off the carousel. He had his. Karen, one of the production assistants, ushered them toward a limo. The camera guy was already waiting for them.

“Don’t look so scared,” Stephen said, leaning toward her and speaking softly. “They’re going to think you don’t want to be with me.”

“That’s not true,” she said, doing her best not to remember Finn’s outrageous claim she would trap his brother by getting pregnant.

“Because I’m exactly who you’ve been waiting for all your life?” he asked, his voice teasing.

She smiled. “I’ve always had a desperate longing for someone who could tell me the difference between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan.”

He winked. “I knew it.”

They were still looking at each other as they got into the limo.

She’d never been good at talking to men, let alone flirting, but Stephen made it easy. Maybe because she knew she was safe with him. He was…nice. Probably not a word to excite him, but for her, it was plenty.

They left the airport and drove toward the Strip. She could see all the hotels rising toward the sky, their various heights and shapes standing out against the sand-colored mountains. As they got closer, she made out the different structures. The big, black pyramid at the Luxor, the Eiffel Tower in front of the Paris Hotel and the vast expanse that was Caesars Palace.

“Do you know where we’re staying?” she asked.

“There.”

Stephen pointed to the right. As they rounded the curve in the road, Aurelia saw the tall towers of the Venetian Hotel. The limo pulled into the covered entry and their door was opened.

She was vaguely aware that the cameras were filming everything, but she couldn’t seem to pay attention to them. Not when there was so much to see.

They stepped into a massive lobby with a painted ceiling. Every inch was beautiful—from the huge sprays of flowers to the gilded posts. Even the carpets were gorgeous.

There were people everywhere. She could hear a dozen different languages flowing around her, and the air was lightly scented with a slightly citrus fragrance.

“You’re already checked in,” Geoff told her, and handed over her keys. “Your rooms are next door to each other. If you decide to do anything interesting, call one of us. We want to be there.”

Aurelia felt her eyes bug out. Call him? What? If any of the contestants decided to have sex, he wanted it on film?

“I can’t really see that happening,” she murmured.

Geoff sighed. “Tell me about it. Still, if you get drunk enough, we all might get lucky.”

With that, he walked off.

Aurelia stood in the center of the lobby. The crowd moved around her, as if she wasn’t there. Hardly a surprise. She’d spent most of her life being invisible.