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focused his attention at the groups of people crossing the streets. A couple of white limos rode through the taxis. “How is she?” Drawing back, he turned around and inhaled. He knew damn well how his ex girlfriend was.
    “Great,” Charlotte said, and breathed into the phone so hard that it sounded like a bloody windstorm had swept through the device. “She’s pregnant. I just…wanted to tell you in case you—”
    Damn his sister. He hated that sweet condescending voice she made whenever she was about to tell him something he wouldn’t like hearing. Ryan shoved his hands in his hair, his fingers rubbing the scalp. Pregnant. What was he supposed to say? “Good for her. Listen, I have to get something to eat. Catch you later?”
    “Yes, of course. Will you let me know about the wedding party?”
    “You bet. Bye.” He tossed his phone on the bed, and shook his head at how Charlotte was probably overanalyzing his short goodbye. She was a pro at that. Little did she know the only emotion Lynn, his sister’s best friend, still evoked was a slight missed opportunity. It could have been him, the guy who married Lynn. But he hadn’t been. And although he’d forgiven himself—or told himself that—meeting Lynn face-to-face brought back memories he’d rather bury deeper than the Grand Barrier Reef.
    Enough. Last night he had screwed up both figuratively and literally. He’d had that delectable woman in his bed, who left him yearning for more. But even that move didn’t give him any answers about the illegal organization that Blake was possibly a part of.
    Scratching his head, he took a deep breath and headed for the shower, switching the cold water on. He shouldn’t have slept with Kika, that hadn’t been part of the plan. Whoever she was, she owed him more than that. And he wasn’t talking just about answering questions.
    ***
    “Waitress, may I have another Grey Goose?” the short fellow with bug eyes and a German accent asked, swinging his empty glass on her tray.
    “Sure.” An impatient sigh in lieu of a customer service oriented smile flew past her lips. Oh well. She’d made the decision her sister couldn’t show up at work with her face smashed, so she’d endured wearing the skintight golden mini dress uniform from Luna. For the past two hours, all she did was roam the upscale Casino and look at the spot where Douchebag Omar was supposed to be. She wanted to talk to him, face to face. If he thought for a moment he’d intimidate her like he did her sister, then he had another one coming.
    Times like this she wished she’d lived in the same place long enough to establish better credit, or had invested in savings. She had a few thousand dollars in her checking account, but not only would she fall short to pay the money Luna owned…they needed cash to leave Vegas. There was no way she’d agree to her sister living here, with the possibility of that creepy man threatening and beating her ever again.
    She thought about calling Elena in New York, but was it fair? Elena had a lot on her plate as it was—in the middle of a divorce against her traditional values, Italian family’s wishes. How could she even begin to explain everything that was going on? No. Maybe in person, in the near future.
    A couple more trips to the restaurant in those high heels and she spotted the tall, burly dark man wearing a well-cut black suit working the floor, with a hint of a smile on his round face. Leaving the tray on an empty chair, she strode to him, her heart thumping the closer she got. The throbbing of her feet from standing up for hours in stilettos was nothing compared to the knot clenching her stomach.
    She curled her fingers into a fist, narrowed her eyes, and clamped her lips together. Her willpower warred with common sense; there was no way this whole thing would end well. I have to be here for her . She hadn’t saved Freddy, however now it’d be different. Even if her reasoning was a lot more selfish than