chapter eleven
WILL
I’m trailing her through the mass of people in the open floor of the casino. She hasn’t noticed me yet, which is surprising. I stand a head taller than most of the gamblers and waitresses milling about the gambling hall.
Morgan is oblivious to not only me but the attention that she’s receiving from others. Male heads turn in her wake as though unable to resist the magnetism of her presence.
She’s simply dressed in a T-shirt, sky blue jeans and her favorite cargo boots and yet, men turn her way and send lustful gazes as if she is skipping around in her underwear.
“Whoa, watch it buddy.” A man in a black sports coat and tight skinny jeans scolds when, in my concentration, I stumble into him. His drink sloshes over my hand.
“Sorry.” I grunt and he glares at me. I str
