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Vapid. So freaking vapid.
She sees the sexy as hell bad-boy big spender and melts like ice in the summer sun.
So pathetic.
Fingertips trail down the side of my bare shoulder and I twist back around. Quinn holds out a pair of red dice in his hand. “Blow on them.”
My jaw hangs open and I stare up at him.
“You look horrified. I didn’t say blowme.” He snickers. “Jeez. It’s just for luck, newbie.”
“Oh.” I lean forward and give them a sharp blow.
He tosses them across the table. They hit one end, land, and everyone goes nuts. I look around, completely clueless about what just happened.
“Was that good?”
He grins at me and damn, in that second, I feel as vapid as the waitress I just inwardly criticized because his eyes caress meeverywhereand…
Fuck. I like it.
Love it, maybe?
“It was perfect. Now do it again. Exactly the same way.”
So I blow again. And again. And again.
The cheering gets louder and the chip piles get higher.
“I knew you’d be my lucky charm,” he murmurs, capturing me around the waist. “First-timers always are.”
For a second, I get lost in the moment, the warmth generated by his body as I nestle into his side, drawn to his energy like a moth to a lit candle. My head is thick with lust I know I can never act on, the temptation hanging over me like a guillotine blade.
I know exactly what happens when it slams down, too.
I’d be finished, along with everything else.
I take a sip of the water the cocktail waitress just handed me and scan the casino again. A group of girls decked out in black with brightly colored feather boas hanging around their necks catches my eye. A petite blonde all in white, including a long white veil that cascades down her back, stands in the middle of the group, a big, bright smile on her face. She’s not holding a glass, though.
She’s got a bottle of water in her hand.
Interesting since she must be the bride-to-be in that bachelorette party.
They laugh and dance, clinking glasses every chance they get.
“What are you looking at?” Quinn says, shaking the dice in his hand before he holds them out for me to blow on.
“A bachelorette party. They look really cute, all decked out like that.” I can’t hide the trace of wistfulness in my voice. At the age of twenty-two, I’ve already been a bride in not one, but two sham weddings.
And there’s not a single girl, other than Kat and my sister Tori, whom I’d have had in either bridal party.
Friends are a luxury I don’t have. And after Charly, I didn’t bother to make any more. Trust is major factor in a friendship, and I just don’t have any more to spare.
“Maybe for your next wedding.”
Cue the record-scratch sound effect.
My hair whips my cheek when I twist toward him.
