An hour later, we were in his Learjet on our way back to Las Vegas. I had fallen asleep on the plane and woke when Lance shook my shoulder. "Leila, we're here," he cooed. I opened my eyes, lying against his shoulder. He stroked a lock of hair away from my eyes. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," he said, smiling. "We're here."

I looked out the window of his Learjet and it was pitch black outside. "What time is it?" I asked groggily, feeling like I could sleep for the rest of my life. ...