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“Everett Miller. He’s the CEO of Miller Holdings.”

Her eyes went wide.

“When did he call?”

“A couple hours ago. He wanted to tell me the company was returning my initial investment with an additional fifteen percent. We’re going to be fine, honey. You can come home if you want.”

If Memphis had a hand in this, it would have been between their blow up this morning and their meeting in the gym.

“That’s fantastic, Mom. Now hire a damn financial adviser and listen to them.”

“Rylee, please. You know how I feel about that language.”

“I’m serious, Mom. You’ve almost lost everything too many times. The things you do with your money are way riskier than anything I do at the poker table.”

Her mother was likely rolling her eyes, but she didn’t care. The woman needed to learn.

When she ended the call with her mom, she scrolled to the entry for Memphis and clicked the message icon.

Thank you. I’m not sure what you did or said to Everett Miller but thank you.

He didn’t respond at first, and she thought perhaps she’d been wrong about him being involved, but as she was changing into pajamas, her phone dinged.

You’re welcome. I’m sorry. I miss you.

As she was thinking of going to sleep, her phone lit up with a phone call. It was Carla. Fuck, she’d forgotten her friend mentioned wanting to visit Vegas. Reluctantly, she hit accept on the screen.

“I have the next three days off. I’ll be in Vegas at three tomorrow afternoon.”

“Do you not believe in saying hello?”

“It’s implied. Now I obviously can’t stay at the villa with you and interrupt your sexy fun times, but I do expect to have dinner with you and your hottie during my visit, and you have to help me play blackjack one night, too.”

Rylee chuckled. “Tell me which casino and I’ll be there. As for dinner, things are complicated and I can’t talk about everything yet, but I’ll see what I can do.”

Carla growled. “Did you chase him away? You have to stop chasing men away.”

Normally that would piss Rylee off, but she understood that her friend spoke from a place of love.

“Actually, he hasn’t gone anywhere. It really is complicated, and I might have signed an NDA and you might need to sign one too before I can talk to you.”

Carla was quiet for a minute but said, “OK. Well, I’m going to book something at the Bellagio.”

“Don’t do that. Book at the Pink Sapphire. I’ll make Memphis pay for it.” She winced. It probably wasn’t the best idea to say his name.

“Memphis? I like that name. It suits you.”

Rylee smiled. “I like it. But things are a mess right now, and I’m not convinced it’s going to work. Just get here and we’ll talk, OK?”

Carla didn’t sound happy, but she said goodnight and Rylee set the phone on her nightstand.

As she drifted to sleep, it was to thoughts of Memphis, and she knew he would haunt her dreams tonight and every night if they didn’t figure out how to fix this.

Memphiswoketobangingon his door.What the hell?It seemed unlikely the police would return for another search less than twelve hours later.

He jerked open the door without putting on clothes.

A very dressed Rylee greeted him. Her fist froze in midair as she stared at his morning wood.

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