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was lost again, just like she had been before. Jodie moaned as his tongue touched hers, not gentle but insistent, mimicking the motion she knew he wanted to be making between her legs, a hot, desperate rut. His hands moved from her lower back to her hips, stilling her tiny thrusts as he broke their kiss. She looked at him, breathless, her chest heaving.
     
    “Snake eyes!” the stick man called out. She heard the hint of relief in his voice, and the way he tried to cover that up.
     
    “I’m so glad I didn’t bet!” Kimber exclaimed.
     
    Jodie came back slowly, leaning against Dorian as he collected his seventy thousand dollars in chips. She’d crapped out. Her run as the shooter was over. She’d disappointed them all. But none of that mattered, because she’d won. She’d won the most important thing, the thing she’d wanted most. And it had taken the roll of the dice to make her realize what it was she really wanted.
     
    “Forty minutes of rolling without a devil, sweetheart.” The stick man dropped her a wink. “That was a hell of a run.”
     
    Dorian cashed out, tipping the dealers, and Kimber yanked Jodie’s arm, pulling her aside. She barely had enough time to grab her little clutch off the ledge. At the table, the game continued on, a new shooter taking up the dice at the other end.
     
    “What the hell, Jodie?” Kimber tried to drag her away, the triplets and Lauren surrounding her. “You broke up with Jason? Why didn’t you tell me? What’s going on?”
     
    “I—” Jodie wobbled in Kimber’s too-tight heels, realizing for the first time in almost an hour how much her feet hurt. It was too much to try to explain right there in the middle of the casino floor. Although, it wasn’t, not really. Jason had cheated—had continued to lie and cheat, in spite of his regretful pleas—and she’d broken up with him. It wasn’t complicated. It was actually very simple. Painfully, horribly simple.
     
    “You’re drunk.” Kimber announced, shaking her head, trying unsuccessfully to pull her away, but Jodie wasn’t budging. “You can’t go with him, you know.”
     
    “It’s not a good idea,” Lauren said. The triplet girls agreed, pestering Jodie about how unsafe, how crazy, how insane it was to consider—well, whatever she was considering.
     
    “Ladies.” Dorian Cole interrupted their little hen pecking with a smile and an arm around Jodie’s shoulders. He looked down at her. “Are you ready?”
     
    “Yes.” She nodded, looking back at Kimber. “You guys, I… I’ll call you.”
     
    She realized she had no idea where they were going—although she had some vague idea and hoped it would involve a bed.
     
    “Jodie…” Kimber frowned, her hand still on Jodie’s arm, but she was looking at Dorian.
     
    “It’s okay, Kimber,” Lauren intervened. “Jodie’s a big girl. I’m sure she can handle herself.”
     
    Kimber still looked doubtful but let go. Jodie gave Lauren a thank-you smile, mouthing, ‘Owe you one!’ She knew that would probably involve reading Lauren’s book but hey, she could live with that. And who knew? Maybe her current run of luck would hold out and she’d discover the next new writer phenom. That was always the best part of her job, after all.
     
    “I promise, she’ll be safe with me.” Dorian gave Kimber a reassuring smile, guiding Jodie away from the gaggle of girls. She followed willingly, waving over her shoulder at them. She felt a little bad, leaving Kimber on their last night of her bachelorette party—but she had a feeling Kimber would understand, given the circumstances.
     
    “Do you have to cash in your chips?” she asked, trying to keep up with his long stride.
     
    “Nah, I’m good. I’ve got a player’s card.” They walked out of the casino into the foyer, past the shops with the huge Roman statue fountain in the center. “They wanted to comp me but I’m staying at the Palms.”
     
    “Is that where we’re going?” she