Montana

When the limo stops at our hotel, I breathe a sigh of relief. Crowds are not waiting for us. One by one, we climb from the back. Eli and Warner require help, having had much more alcohol than the rest of us.

“The poker tables will have to wait until tomorrow.” Meredith informs Warner. Surprisingly he puts up no fight.

“Party in the penthouse,” Eli cheers.

“Count me out,” Carson replies. “I will walk Montana and Peyton to their room ...