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“OK. It’s all clear. We can go into town. What do you want to eat?”
Carla clapped her hands. “Oh good. I have no idea. Just something greasy. Maybe a buffet with mimosas.”
Rylee rolled her eyes.
“What?” Carla asked. “You’ve never tried a little hair of the dog?”
Rylee just shook her head. “A few too many times in college. Or don’t you remember?”
Carla giggled. “There’s not much from college that I do remember.”
Chapter 8
“Youdon’tseemtobe having fun,” Carla said. They were sitting in a lounge at Elysium, another of Hunter’s casinos, sipping on cocktails until their table was ready for lunch.
“I’m having fun. Just a lot on my mind. I’m worried about Memphis but also worried he misled me.”
Carla frowned. “Guy seems smitten with you. He would be an idiot to lie to you.”
Rylee gave a nervous laugh and swirled the ice in her glass. “I don’t think he lied exactly. Just didn’t give me the full picture.”
Carla leaned over and picked up Rylee’s phone. “Call him. Ask him about it,” she said, handing her the device. “You know you want to.”
Rylee sighed. She did want to, and she’d never been shy about confronting the people around her when she felt like it was called for. But Memphis was different, and she didn’t want to ruin things by jumping to conclusions. “After food,” she said, sliding the phone away. “He said he would call me tonight, anyway. I know he’s dealing with a lot right now.”
Carla just shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
“Miss Colton, your table is ready,” a man in slacks and a black shirt said as he approached them.
Rylee smiled and stood. “Let’s go eat ridiculously expensive food and talk about something else for a little while.”
When they got to the table, there was already a bottle of wine with a note propped up next to it. Carla snatched the small card before Rylee had a chance.
“Oh, he’s smooth,” she said, handing it to Rylee after reading it.
Ace, enjoy your meal and a glass of wine. Talk soon.
She frowned. “How did he even know we were coming here?”
Carla laughed. “You really think the hotties who drove us here don’t report to him?”
Of course. The security detail who was hovering nearby would have told Memphis they were taking her to the strip. She sighed. “I’m not sure what to think about that. He’s a little intense sometimes.”
Carla sat in a chair and waited for Rylee to do the same. “He’s extremely successful and runs an empire. That requires intensity.”
She was right, and she enjoyed his intensity in the bedroom and even watching him in work mode, but when it came to her and her safety, the intensity was going to smother her if she didn’t talk to him.
Carla poured them both a glass of wine and Rylee smiled. Before putting the phone away, she tapped out a text to Memphis.
Thanks for the wine, but shouldn’t you be working instead of spying on me?
His response came before she could set the phone down.
I’m good at multitasking, Ace. Enjoy the food. Chef there is amazing
With a shake of her head, she set the phone down and picked up the wine glass.
“To good food, good sex, and good luck at your tournament,” Carla said, clinking her glass with Rylee’s.
