Chapter 13If there was one thing Stella knew how to do well, it was throw a party. Well, Lucky would argue she was good at a few other things, too, but organizing events for people to have fun at and celebrate whatever delight in their life demanded it gave her extra satisfaction. Most of the time, the parties were theirs. She could count on one hand how many times Shane had allowed her the privilege of one for him. Usually, he begged off and asked for a private dinner, just the three of them, whenever he had something special to commemorate. Every single one of his birthdays in Vegas had been spent at the same restaurant at the Bellagio. If Shane was anything, it was a creature of habit.
Lucky’s return from his apartment boded well for the evening. Though Stella wished she could’ve been
