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It made her laugh. Her baby could always do that; he was the one bit of joy she could count on.
“Well, maybe,” she said, “but at least it’s a plan.”
Not much of a plan, but it was a start.
Suki had always teased her about what she’d called “Rachel’s obsession with planning” but without some kind of blueprint you could end up like Mama or Suki or half the women in this town.
And that—being kept, living on a man’s largesse, being a … a possession—was never, ever going to happen to her.
As for leaving Las Vegas …
She was ready. More than ready.
Vegas had never been more than a stop on the road to something better. She’d only come here after Suki had called, babbling with excitement as she told her that two of the casinos were hiring new dealers.
“It’s a great job,” Suki had said. “They’ll train you and then you can make a lot of money.”
Maybe once. Not anymore. The economy was in the toilet. The need for new dealers had gone with it. Rachel had ended up waiting tables, then working the room at the casino—and wondering how she could have been so stupid as to have listened to her sister.
For one thing, if anybody had been hiring dealers why hadn’t Suki applied?
For another, Suki hadn’t bothered mentioning that she was living week-to-week in a furnished room.
The real reason she’d wanted Rachel to come west was because she’d known Rachel would be resourceful, find a job and an apartment, and she could move in.
She hadn’t even asked if her boyfriend, Rami al Safir, could move in, too. He’d just strolled out of Suki’s room one morning and after that he had become pretty much a permanent fixture.
A non-bill-paying fixture.
“Fool,” Rachel muttered.
But then, she reminded herself as she stuffed a few diapers, a box of baby wipes and some plastic Baggies into a tote, if she hadn’t come to Las Vegas she wouldn’t have Ethan.
The baby gave a pathetic little sob. He’d lost his teething ring through the bars of the crib. Rachel picked it up, wiped it off and gave it back to him.
He flashed a happy smile.
“Yes,” Rachel said, “you’re right. This is a fresh start for us both.”
A new town. A new place to live. A job that wouldn’t put her in costumes that made men see her as an item they could purchase.
A fresh start. Definitely. And all because of a man who thought his money, his titles, his gorgeous good looks—because, yes, he was good-looking, if you liked the type and she certainly didn’t—all because of his Sheikhiness, the Prince.
The baby blew a loud, wet bubble. Rachel grinned.
“My very thought,” she said.
Okay. Diapers? Check. Formula? Check. A few tiny jars of baby food? A bottle in a small insulted bag? Double check.
