Chapter 135 Wax On
From her view on the bed, all Andrea could see out the window was a gorgeous blue sky and the tops of mountains in the distance. It was a majestic view, and a wonderful way to wake up, particularly when she felt Case’s arm around her.
Rolling over, she realized his eyes were open. “Hi,” she said, smiling at him and snuggling in closer to his warm body.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Really good. Once I fell asleep.” Memories of how he’d kept her up for hours, calling his name and losing her senses, flooded her mind, and her smile widened.
“Glad to hear it. I have practice in a few hours, but if you want to go to do something this morning we can. We could go to the wax museum or one of the 3D shows at Caesar’s.”
“Either one sounds like fun,” Andrea admitted, but other thoughts invaded her mind. She’d never told Case what had happened yesterday on set. She needed to. It was still eating away at her. As much fun as it had been the night before, seeing all of the beautiful sights and spending the evening with the man she loved, she was still bothered by Cam’s arrest. “Listen, we need to talk.”
“About Cam? I already know.”
“You do? How?”
Case shrugged and rolled onto his back. Andrea scooted closer and propped her head on his chest so she was still looking into his eyes. “Google,” he replied. “I know he was arrested on set yesterday. But I don’t know the charges. Do you?”
“No, but I know the officers who arrested him.” That got an eyebrow raise from her man. “Officer Gonzalez looked at me like he wanted to tell me something, like this had something to do with me. But he didn’t. I suppose he couldn’t. It made me nervous.”
“I don’t blame you.” Now, she could see Case was unsettled. “You don’t think Cam had anything to do with what happened to you or Tiff, do you?”
“I sure hope not. But, I don’t know.”
“Maybe they just happened to find something else while they were investigating. An old traffic ticket or something.”
Now it was Andrea’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “You don’t send detectives in with a warrant over something like that. No, whatever this is for, it’s bad.” She could tell he knew that before he’d even come up with the alternative explanation.
“Well, it’s not going to do either of us any good to speculate. I say, we go take a quick shower, or maybe a not so quick shower, and then go spend some time at the wax museum. We can grab breakfast on the way. Then, I’m going to go drive in circles for a while as I think about how to win this race tomorrow so I can kiss you in victory lane again.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan,” Andrea agreed, leaning in to kiss him. He scooped her up and carried her to the shower, both of them giggling the whole way, and before she even realized it, Andrea wasn’t worried about Cam anymore—or anything at all for that matter, other than the man whose arms she was in.
An hour later, dressed in a comfy pair of jeans, a nice long-sleeved T-shirt, and her favorite pair of boots, Andrea took Case’s hand and headed out the door. He looked amazing in jeans and a button-down shirt, though she knew he’d somehow be even hotter later when he put on his fire suit.
They headed downstairs for breakfast. Andrea knew a few people recognized them, but they were polite and kept their distance, only a few snapping photos. Then, they walked the few blocks to the Venetian where the wax museum was located.
Walking through all of the celebrity’s cast in wax was so much fun. Case was hilarious, doing impersonations and striking silly poses next to the likes of Oprah, Elvis, and even a few NASCAR legends, like Dale Earnhardt Sr. By the time they were done with the tour, Andrea had laughed so hard, her face was aching and her side hurt.
“Do you think we’ll ever be in there?” she asked him as they headed back to the hotel to get ready to go to practice at the racetrack.
“Absolutely. All we have to do is buy another ticket,” Case joked.
She swatted at him playfully. “I mean do you think they’ll ever want to make wax figures of us?”
“I don’t know about me, but I can’t imagine they wouldn’t want to put you in there. Ticket sales would quadruple.” He winked at her, and she could feel her face turning red. Even though they’d been together for a couple of months now, he still knew how to make her feel special.
As they got into the elevator, her smile faded. Sarah was getting off, her hand linked in Stewart’s. “Hey,” her half-sister said with a smile.
It took Andrea a moment to recall Sarah’s promise—that she wouldn’t cause any problems. If her friendly greeting was any indication, she intended to keep her promise. “Hi!” Andrea said, smiling like she meant it. The only problem was, they were both actresses, and Andrea had no reason to believe Sarah would actually keep her promise. Still, she couldn’t let that bother her. She had to believe this would be a good weekend, even if a feeling in her gut told her there was little hope of that being the case when Sarah Lockton was around.
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