Page 68 of The Vegas Lie


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The woman started to say something to her but then glanced across the parking garage. Her demeanor changed, going from casual and relaxed to fidgety.

Raina followed her gaze, and she noticed Lucas meet the woman’s eyes for a millisecond before he looked away.

The woman headed in Lucas’ direction, determination in her steps. Raina watched, uninterested in continuing to the elevators until she better grasped the weird energy between the dark-haired beauty and her husband of not even two weeks.

Did she have a right to be jealous?

They were married, but did she?

Obviously, he wanted to sleep with her, but that didn’t mean his feelings for her went any deeper than how far he could sink inside her body. That could have been the motive behind the three-month relationship—unimpeded access to fulfill his fantasies of a ride on the Chocolate Express.

The woman stopped in front of Lucas, and he shoved his hand in the pocket of his scrubs.

His ring hand.

He seemed as if he was mildly tense but doing his best to come off as polite. On the other hand, the woman made small motions toward him, leaning and tipping as she gestured or laughed.

Raina set down her bags and whipped out her phone.

Raina E. Saraci

Cheating on me already?

He retrieved his phone from his pocket, smiled at the screen, and then tapped out a response.

My Lucas

Go upstairs.

Raina E. Saraci

So you two can get it on in the parking garage?

My Lucas

The only person I want to “get it on” with is you, my dear jealous wife.

Raina E. Saraci

She’s pretty.

My Lucas

To me, you’re gorgeous.

No competition.

Raina E. Saraci

Still jealous.

My Lucas

That’s strike one, Mrs. Saraci.

Raina E. Saraci

Three strikes and I’m out?

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