Walking through the casino, I search for Michael but have no luck. I see a man with somewhat familiar face sitting at the bar. As I get closer, I realize he is one of the men that had breakfast with us when Owen and I stayed here. "Excuse me. Do you know where Michael is?" I ask. "Depends on who you are," he says, not bothering to look at me. I roll my eyes. "He knows who I am." Glancing at me, he does a double take. "Oh, you're that girl that dated both Carter boys." I sigh. "Will you take me to him or not?" "Yeah," he says, standing up. "He just got back from visiting the Freemont house so he's relaxing." He leads the way to the strip club where we find Michael sitting on one of the couches with a beer in his hand. When he sees me, he looks me over then smirks. "Damn, Madison. Even in sw
