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furrowed, and her mouth twisted in a frown. “A mistake? No.” She stepped back when he reached for her hands. “Presumptuous? Yes. Probably Circus Circus.”

 He shoved his hand in his pocket to hide the fingers that wouldn’t stop twitching, and to keep them from tugging her back to him. “Sounds like fun. Enjoy yourself.”

 

*

 

Mikki walked straight past the line of cabs. Her insides were twisted in sick knots, and she didn’t even know why. Sure, the brush-off had stung a little. But it wasn’t like she and Jared could just abandon the rest of the world because they’d had a little fun together. She had her life, he had his, and she needed to let him get back to important things.

A lump swelled in her chest at her own implication that she wasn’t important to him. But why would she be? They didn’t know anything about each other.

She stepped out of the flow of foot traffic, leaned her back against the concrete of the building, and tried to bring her racing thoughts under control. Maybe playing fast and loose was catching up to her. Was it possible living for the moment had its drawbacks? No, she refused to believe that. She’d learned to step out of her shell, she’d taught herself lust was lust and shouldn’t bleed into the rest of life, and she could force herself to remember Jared Tippins was just a fling.

Several minutes and breaths later, she had managed to smooth the wrinkles in her thoughts. It wasn’t a big deal. She inhaled a few more breaths of exhaust and heat-laden air and pushed away from the wall. At least she’d gotten out for the night. She could still see the sights.

Going out alone was something she’d learned so long ago; it was a part of her. Growing up around people who didn’t share her interests had taught her early on that if she wanted to have fun, she had to be willing to leave everyone else to their own devices.

Circus Circus still sounded like a good starting spot. The thought tugged some positivity back to the surface. Her step lightened as she headed toward the bright lights and garish carousel top. She stepped through a side door indicating it led to the casino and stopped as joy rushed inside her. It wasn’t the same as Cesar’s. There was something brighter about it. Less…adult.

She smiled and picked her way across the floor. The slot machines were vibrant and eye-catching—cartoon characters, gems, some digital and some mechanical, spinning in relentless circles. But if she wanted to play video games, she had her phone.

She came to a stop at the edge of the pit of card tables. Her hands twitched at her sides. That could be fun.

“You don’t strike me as a poker person.” Jared’s smooth voice flowed over her skin.

Her heart kicked against her ribs, both from being startled and the sudden sensation of him standing so close. His warmth caressed her back, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne made her light-headed. Her smile grew, and she faced him. “Are you following me?”

“If I say yes, does that make things better or worse?”

Good question. The heat and excitement rushing through her hoped the answer was yes. But since she’d just told herself they needed to tone things back less than ten minutes ago, not to mention the less-than-sweet brush-off in his hotel room, she needed to ignore her rampant hormones. Then again, they were surrounded by people. That would make it difficult to get into too much trouble. Probably. “If you say no, you have to convince me it’s a coincidence you’re here.”

“Not quite a coincidence.” His eyes never left hers, as if he was searching for something. “It turns out I can’t do my work until I have someone on site in the morning, so I thought I’d take a walk. I was hoping you wouldn’t be too hard to find. I’m sorry I blew you off.”

She wanted to push the apology, and the events leading up to it, aside. Act like it was no big deal he’d sought her out. But the rhythm of her pulse tearing through her veins wouldn’t let her ignore how happy she was to see him. “I’m glad you changed your mind.” There, that sounded casual, right? If so, it defied every giddy bubble flitting through her.

He gifted her with one of those rare, genuine smiles she hadn’t seen him use anywhere else. “Me too.”

Silence sank between them, filled with the clatter of bells and chimes in the background. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. If she stayed here, she was going to do things she shouldn’t. Flirt, be impulsive, hope for another sleepless night. She didn’t know what bothered her more—that he might think less of her for being so flighty, or that she cared. Maybe she should see the town another night.

He locked his gaze on her, eyes searching hers. “I was wondering something, but I don’t know how you’ll take it, and I don’t want to spoil the mood.”

Not what she expected. Was it about the sex? Oh jeez, they weren’t going to have an “it didn’t mean anything” conversation, were they? The subtle lead-in didn’t really seem to be his thing. “I pretty much expect the conversation to go south when you start things off like that.”

“No reason to hold back then. Why did you sign with NSS?”

She felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs. Her eyes grew wide and she looked away. Her gaze flitted around the casino before finally landing on him again, but she didn’t look him in the eye. She should be over this. However, the reminders from Hayden in the last twenty-four hours had her paranoid. Jared already knew she’d taken the NSS offer because of Vivian’s reaction to her hack. Was he just trying to trip her up? “I was under the impression Vivian’s offer wasn’t on the table anymore.”

He frowned, but seconds later the expression melted into neutrality. “Why would you—” He shook his head. “What would we have had to do differently to secure your talent?”

She twisted the edge of her shirt around her fingers. This was too much like the conversation with Vivian. Her racing pulse and thoughts had shifted away from how close he stood.

Hayden had told them what she did—everything she knew—six months ago. Hadn’t he? She couldn’t fathom why he’d keep something so important from them, competition or not. But Hayden seemed far more fixated on the entire thing than either Jared or Vivian. Maybe they’d gotten past their anger? None of it made any sense. What was she supposed to say? She struggled for an answer that wouldn’t turn into a rambling, incoherent ball of thoughts that didn’t quite make sense to her.

His brow furrowed. The seconds dragged on between them, his attention never leaving her. Finally he said, “As long as you’re happy there.”

Of course she was. Wasn’t she? For the second time in the last twenty-four hours, she questioned her own certainty. And it honestly had nothing to do with Jared. Though, she was going to be daydreaming for a long time about the different ways he made her moan. “I guess.”

He shook his head, the creases around his eyes and on his forehead taking a moment to fade. He nodded at the pit behind her. “Were you going to play?”

This was neutral. This she could do. “I’ve never played at tables. I’ve played Texas hold ‘em online. I’ve played at parties.”

“So I’ll show you.” He reached for her, then dropped his hand at the last moment.

Disappointment tickled her senses. She kept her voice low, embarrassed at what she was about to admit. “Not poker.”

“You just said you knew how to play.”

She stepped closer, watching the floor instead of him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “But I always lose. I’m really bad at reading people.” Like Hayden? She didn’t obliterate the thought but tucked it aside to let her secondary processors deal with it. “I always bluff at the wrong time.”

“So no cards? You’re just observing?”

She still wanted to play. And maybe if Jared was here, he could teach her a couple of things. Besides, if she didn’t ask, she’d never do it. “I didn’t say that. I was thinking blackjack. But…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do at the tables.”

“You have to pick one first.”

She already knew the one she wanted. The signs said it was a five-dollar table, and the dealer was only using a single deck, which meant she could count cards. She crossed the short distance, relieved when he followed her. She hesitated a few feet back, her voice a whisper. “What now?”

He nudged her forward, breaking contact again quickly after. “You take an empty seat, you buy into the game, and you’ll be dealt in.” He nodded at the dealer. “She’s a little new.”

The woman behind the table gave her a warm smile and explained the basics.

Mikki dropped her hand by her side, a pleasant rush greeting her when she brushed Jared’s fingers. It spread through her when he gave her a gentle squeeze before letting go.

She’d picked blackjack, and this table, because she’d be playing against the dealer, not the other players. There was no bluffing; it was all about the odds. And she knew how to read the odds.

Her confidence grew as the clock ticked away, and she won more hands than she lost. It wasn’t supposed to be this easy. Warmth flowed through her from the spot along her spine where Jared’s arm rested, occasionally making contact.

She pulled in more chips and was about to buy into the next game when his hand rested on the small of her back. “Cash out.” His low voice sent tingles running through her, but the abrupt words filled her with a doubt she couldn’t place. He almost sounded irritated, or upset. God, now what had she done?

Chapter Eleven

Mikki couldn’t help her frown that he wanted her to end the game, but waved off the dealer and gathered her chips. She slipped from the chair. At least Jared’s hand never fell away; that was pleasant.

“What was that about?” She wanted to know as they made their way to the cashier.

He nodded back toward the table she’d been playing at. “The two gentlemen as wide as you are tall, standing at the edge of the pit?”

Right, she’d seen them step up fifteen or twenty minutes ago. They looked like they were enjoying the game. “What about them?”

He waited for her to get her cash and tuck it away in her wallet. Hand still on her back, he steered her away from the casino floor. His voice was so low she had to strain to hear it. “You count cards.”

He noticed. She smirked. “I didn’t think I could, but turns out it’s easy.”

He sighed and nodded at the burly guys again. “They won’t usually throw you out, but they’ll ask you not to play at the blackjack tables anymore.”

He sounded irritated, or annoyed. She bristled in response. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. I wasn’t trying to break the house or anything.”

He relaxed. “It’s not technically against the rules, but they don’t like it. I didn’t want it to ruin your night.”

She flushed at the consideration. “That might have spoiled my mood a little bit. Two big burly guys telling me I had to stop. You deliver the message a lot better.”

“We’re here; we can still do other things.” A hint of levity returned to his voice.

Like walk around being adult and responsible, and not taking risks, and not pissing off management, and not being alone together. It all sounded like less fun than the boredom centers of her brain could handle. “I didn’t really have anything else in mind.”

He tugged her fingers. “Isn’t that status quo for you?”

The light teasing flitted through her veins. “As long as I’m not keeping you from anything…”

He nudged her further into the casino. “I’m here because I want to be, not because anyone made me. This is your show, you pick.”

Go back to her hotel. That was what she needed to pick. Screw responsible decisions. She wasn’t ready to walk away from Jared, even if he was just trying to

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