Sade POV
Sade and Adamo lit up the casino in Dubuque. The slots? Hit or miss. Roulette? A whole damn scam. Blackjack? A little better—especially after Sade started counting cards just a little. (Not enough to get kicked out, but enough to make Adamo raise an eyebrow.)
They won some, lost some, drank some. The live band was surprisingly fire, the food was even better, and Adamo? That man was looking too damn good tonight.
Over dinner, Adamo leaned back in his chair, swirling the last of his whiskey. "So… how do you feel about that whole thing with Marco at the hotel?"
Sade sighed, cutting into her steak. "I mean… I was with that man since we were kids. That’s nearly twenty damn years of my life wrapped up in him. But? I don’t want him back. I’m good."
Adamo nodded like he approved of
