What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Only this time Gina would be going home with a new husband on her arm so the slogan wasn't foolproof. Right up until the moment she'd said, "I do," she'd thought Sam would call it off.

But no, he hadn't. Now she was Mrs. Gina Collier in a luxurious honeymoon suite on the Vegas strip. Her parents were elated. Especially her father, who said he'd probably saved at least a hundred grand by not having to give his only daughter a formal wedding.

Now here she sat in the middle of a heart-shaped bed, while she waited for her husband who'd said he had an errand to run. Gina could feel the tears wetting the corner of her eyes. Sam had no intention of returning. He'd finally delivered the ultimate blow to her already fragile ego.

Gina picked up her cell and dialed her brother. One ring.

"Gina, what's wrong?"

Gina started to cry. "Sam left me."