Another look to both Vegas and Pete, neither of them showing an ounce of concern. In fact they were amused, which might be more concerning. But Pete was offering up some solid advice and Porsche was thankful for it.

"Sweets, got it." He thought he knew of a bakery between here and the hotel that he could stop at. "If I'm not back by tomorrow, come rescue us." He was only partially teasing.

As he hit the street, he texted again ...

[Leaving now. I would like proof of my boyfriend's well being.]