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“What is this?Groundhog Day?”
“Huh?”
“Unless you’ve located Trent Grills or have my money, I don’t have time to go through all this again.”
“Again?” I ask, bewildered. I take a second to look at my phone to make sure I dialed the right number.
“You really need to talk to your woman. Get over your hurt feelings already. She did your team a favor. She already informed me who has my money and how to access his accounts. My team is currently tracking Trent’s movements.”
Surprised, I slowly turn toward Simone. “You ratted out your ex to the mob?”
“Why are you surprised?” she asks defensively, her hands on her cocked hips. “He played us the entire time and killed a woman. Was I supposed to let it go?”
I can almost hear the wicked grin in Piero’s voice. “Forgive her, you lucky bastard. Women like her are as rare as winning the jackpot. Now if you don’t mind, I have a hunting party to get back to.” He ends the call.
Punk gives me a goofy smile. “Trent is toast.”
“Damn straight he is.” The asshole had it coming. I hope Piero makes it hurt.
I pocket my cell and wrap my arms around Simone’s waist, yanking her between my thighs where I sit in my stool. “Enough talk of the fucknut. I want to hear more about how I’m the one for you.”
Smiling, Simone melts against me as she wraps her arms around my neck, her flora musk engulfing me. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t choosing him over you. There was no time to explain. I acted on what I thought was the best interest of the team to nail the fucker.”
I smile at her, loving how she’s trying to deflect from revealing her true feelings. “I already know you’re sorry. Your presence proves it. I’m not asking for apologies. You know what I wanna hear.”
She scowls like she always does when I demand something from her, making me smile so damn hard, my face aches.
“You wanna know how I feel about you? Fine. I think you’re a crude, stubborn ass who isn’t happy until he gets what he wants.”
I bark with laughter. “Numbers, you’re an adorable brat. Just admit it, you’re crazy for me.”
She shakes her head. “Crazy doesn’t cover it.” She leans in until her nose grazes mine. “I fucking love you and have since our first night together. I was too chickenshit to admit it to myself for a long time. But I’m not afraid anymore. I love you, Chase.”
Her soft lips press against mine, kissing me with abandon. My fingers fly into her hair, lacing through her silky locks to hold her in place while I devour her. My lips force hers open, where I attack her tongue with my own, making love to her mouth the way I intend to do the rest of my life.
Wanting to taunt her further, I break the kiss and stare deep into her stormy eyes. “Prove it.”
Simone purses her lips like she’s contemplating something. She looks towards the front entrance of the casino. Nothing beyond the exit but more casinos, hotels, and chapels. I’m not sure where her head is.
She turns back to me, straightening her shoulders. A sly grin creeps across her face as she sinks to her knees. My eyeballs nearly pop out of my head at what I’m witnessing.
Punk slaps his hands over his eyes. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!”
I grab Simone by her forearms, trying to yank her back to her feet. “Baby, not here. Let me get a room first.”
Simone slaps me on my stomach. “Get your head out of the gutter, you fool. I’m not going down on you.”
Punk uncovers his eyes, sighing heavily. “Oh, thank fuck. I thought I was going to be scarred for life.”
“Then why are you on your knees?” I ask, embarrassed at reading the situation wrong.
“Because I’m proposing to you, you perverted caveman.”
There’s no way I heard Simone correctly. I gulp, croaking, “What?”
“Chase,” Simone says longingly. “Marry me. Here. Today. We can go to one of those chapels on the strip and make this as official as it gets. Please, Chase. Be my husband and old man.”
Never in a million years did I imagine Simone proposing to me. If anything, I half-expected to drag her down the aisle to marry her. And here she is, on her knees, asking me to be her forever man.
