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by the phone so he wouldn’t forget. “I’ll call her again when I get back.”
    “Thank you,” Lucky said briskly. “Oh, and give my love to M.J. When are you two coming to spend a weekend at the hotel? I’m very fond of M.J.”
    “Yeah, M.J.’s cool,” Bobby agreed, thinking how far back they went. High school. College. Opening Mood together. They shared many a fine memory. And since they both came from money, they’d never wanted anything from each other – only friendship.
    “Speaking of the hotel, how’s everything going?” Bobby asked, glancing at his watch, thinking it was time to hit the road.
    “Thriving. We’re completely booked out. Even Gino gets off on visiting, so I’ve allotted him his own special suite. You should see him, Bobby. That man is king of the pool – everyone loves him. Men, women – especially women – he’s such a dog.”
    Grandfather Gino Santangelo. Once a notorious figure in Las Vegas back in the Meyer Lansky, Bugsy Siegal days when Vegas was just beginning. Gino who’d built major hotels, fought off vicious rivals, bedded hundreds of women, and created an empire. Now he was ninety-seven years old and still active, with a much younger wife (his fourth) and a true zest for living.
    “Tell him hi from me,” Bobby said. He was quite in awe of his amazing grandfather. Gino Santangelo was a force of nature.
    “Tell him yourself,” Lucky responded. “The old man’s planning a trip to New York.”
    “No kidding? Jeez – I’d better start lining up a shitload of action. Strippers . . . hookers . . .”
    “Paige will be thrilled to hear how excited you are,” Lucky said dryly, mentioning Gino’s current wife.
    They both laughed.
    “By the way,” Lucky added, “Max is desperate to talk to you.”
    “Where is Little Sis?”
    “Max is not so little any more, Bobby.”
    “Yeah, I can believe that.”
    “And right now she’s probably out with yet another horny boyfriend.”
    “How many horny boyfriends does she have?” he asked, amused.
    “As many as she can get,” Lucky replied with a resigned sigh.
    “Okay, so I’ll give her a call later.”
    “Do that. I have a feeling she’s ready to take off on her own, and there’s no way I can stop her. She’s saying a flat-out no to college and anything else we suggest.”
    “Face it, Mom, she’s a wild one, exactly like you.”
    “I had to fight for my survival,” Lucky said, frowning at the memory.
    “Heard it all before. I’ll definitely call Max. You stay out of trouble.”
    “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
    “Yeah, yeah. Stay cool, Mom.”
    “Yes, Bobby,” Lucky drawled sarcastically. “Whatever you say.”
    Bobby grinned. His mom was something else. Still insanely beautiful and ready to take on anybody and anything. Lucky walked through life her way, and woe betide anyone who tried to stop her.
    Max, his about-to-be eighteen-year-old half-sister, was the mirror-image of Lucky. A straight-talking beauty, unafraid of anything, she was bold, sassy, and kind of street smart. Even though Lucky and Lennie had tried to protect her, she’d never allowed herself to be fenced in, not even after a life-changing kidnapping a couple of years ago when she was only sixteen. Like Lucky, Max took no prisoners.
    Bobby knew that she was desperate to come to New York and move in with him – she’d dropped enough hints. But he wasn’t looking for a room-mate. And he certainly had no intention of being responsible for her. Little Sis was too much like hard work.
    She’d visited him a year earlier, a few weeks after graduating high school. She’d arrived all set to party – a total wild thing. He shuddered at the memories. Every guy in the club had started checking her out – especially Frankie. Bobby had soon found himself desperate to ship her back to L.A. before she got herself into real trouble.
    Yeah – a repeat performance was not on his agenda. Babysitting a teenager was hardly his thing.
    Still .