I wish she would stop touching him.
I walk toward the table but keep a respectable distance. I know enough about gambling to understand not to disrupt someone if they are winning, but I want to keep an eye on this woman in the slinky silver dress.
I’m not sure if Brick has incredible peripheral vision because of football, but he spots me damn near behind him and turns his head and gives me a casual nod.
He throws the die again but craps out and the people at the table become deflated as I watch all the transactions the dealers at the table have to complete before Brick can leave the table.
“It was great meeting you all,” he tells the table and different people respond back.
“You’re the best, Brick!”
“Nice meeting you too!”
“I’d love to grab a drink with you if you don’t have plans,” the woman in the barely there dress says.
“He’s busy,” I interrupt and pull on his deliciously corded forearm.
“Excuse me, Princess,” he says to the woman. “But duty calls.”
Once we’re out of earshot of his fans, I whip my freshly blown hair around and give him the business. I’m wildly jealous.
“Oh, so you’re out here calling random women princesses now?”
“When their legal first name is actually Princess, yes.” He chuckles.
“Oh, be quiet.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Not at all. I just didn’t want you over there embarrassing yourself. I’m looking out for you.”
“I appreciate that. It would have been nice if you had taken some interest in me earlier in the day.”
“Why don’t we just broadcast to my family that the two of us are sleeping together?”
A woman and her small son just happen to walk by us and she covers her smile with her hand after hearing what I just said. Can this day get any worse?
“I agree. Let’s just tell everybody,” he says with a poker straight face.
“Brick, I’m not playing around with you right now. We have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Dena called off the wedding.”
“What?”
“Dena and Kyle got into a spat and she called it off. We need to find her and talk her off the ledge.”
“It’s probably just wedding jitters.”
“Whatever the hell it is, my brother is going to lose his shit if he doesn’t marry the love of his life tomorrow.”
“Have you tried her parents’ room?”
“No, I thought, since they were so enamored with you that maybe you should do the honors.”
“Maybe we don’t go there first. Just in case Dee Dee isn’t there, we don’t want to set off any alarms.”
