“And yet she’s upstairs in your bed.”
“Exactly.” Tuck nodded once.
A few moments later some sense made Tuck glanced up. London was headed his way across the casino floor. Her hair had been brushed but it was still a tousled mess. Her eyes a little puffy as if she’d recently woken and she was in need of caffeine before she could really wake up. Tuck couldn’t help but smile. He signaled the waitress knowing London was going to want something. London slid into the seat beside him, and a moment later the waitress came up to ask what she wanted.
“Coffee, I need all the coffee. Bring me the biggest cup you have and just keep it coming.”
“Can do,” the waitress said. “Are you going to want anything to eat?”
“I probably will, but not until after at least the first cup of coffee.”
“No problem,
