The old man grunted, but then did a double-take. “Young lady, I think you’re going to be my good luck charm.”
Cass laughed and pulled money out of her tight jeans pocket. “Five hundred,” she said to the dealer. She glanced at Patrick. “That work for you?”
“That’s fine,” Patrick said, taking five one hundred dollar bills from his wallet. “I suppose it goes without saying it’s over if either one of us runs out of chips before the two hours is up.”
She leaned in, her soft breasts pressing against his arm. “Just means I get to go find Ronnie sooner,” she whispered in his ear. “And poor Whitney will get woken up from her nap when you go and jump her because you couldn’t get me.”
Patrick accepted the chips from the dealer with a small nod before murmuring, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
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