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“Beginner’s luck.”
“Mm-hmm.”
After a few more rounds, Emma cleared out the table with her winning blackjack, and Link couldn’t help the grin on his face despite his wounded pride. “Alright, we’d better give up our seats before I go broke.”
She collected her chips and followed him to cash them out before they headed to the main doors of the lobby.
“Where do you want to go now?”
Emma tapped her lips, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “I have the perfect activity.”
“No strip clubs,” he grumbled.
She shook her head. “Not quite the excitement I was going for. Do you trust me?”
He took a breath, studying her face for any clue. She seemed more relaxed than he’d seen her in a while. And he liked to think the orgasms he’d given her had something to do with that. “I guess so.”
“Don’t look so excited,” she deadpanned.
“Alright, let’s go. Lead me to this exciting activity that is definitely not a strip club.” He grabbed her hand, telling himself it was so he didn’t lose her in the crowd on the strip, to keep her safe as they navigated the city of Las Vegas—not because it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“You do have a living will all drawn up, right?” Emma asked.
“Emma,” he growled her name.
“Just kidding. Trust me. You’ll be fine . . . probably.” She laughed, and damn if it didn’t stir up the moths in his gut. They flickered around and hit the walls like insects attracted to a light at night. And he had a feeling he was just as done for as the lot of them.
21
Link
“No fucking way. Nah-uh. This is some crazy white-people shit. Nope.” Link shook his head and held up his hands.
“Come on. It’s perfectly safe,” Emma argued, crossing her arms over her chest with a teasing smile on her lips.
“Haven’t you ever seen Final Destination? No way am I trusting a tiny rope to carry my two-hundred-and-sixty-pound body mass eleven stories above ground.” He shook his head again.
“The weight limit is three hundred pounds. You’ll be fine.”
“Not happening.” He crossed his own arms to match her stance.
“I mean, if you’re too scared, there is a shorter one only two stories up.” She raised her eyebrow in challenge.
“Fear is the body’s natural response to perceived danger to keep us alive,” he defended.
She shrugged. “Sometimes fear can keep you from really living too.”
He sighed. “I can’t believe you want to do this.”
“I can do it alone.” She turned and got into the ticket line.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot. His heart raced. This was foolish. Reckless. But so was everything else he’d been doing with her lately. What was one more risk?
He stood next to her as she ordered her ticket.
“Make it two.”
Emma spun towards him, surprise painted on her features before a wide, triumphant smile split her face. His belly flipped. He’d put that there.
