Her lips pressed together, his complaint hitting an inflamed nerve.
He'd used that word once during an argument when she hadn't wanted to book a last-minute trip to New York for a weekend visit. Not because she was boring, but because she had been stressed with work and hadn’t wanted to lose three days.
Now, of course, she realized he was projecting. Sloane was just so spontaneous. One of the many reasons he’d cited for thinking she was the better fit.
“Yep, that’s me,” she bit. “You wanted someone more exciting, right? How’s that working out?”
They had Milo’s attention again, his eyes sliding back toward them. The muscles in Logan’s neck tensed.
“Sloane was a mistake,” he said, his words slipping together like wet clay. “She just didn’t get me. Not like you do.”
“Of course, it’s all her fault. That checks out.”
Hanna shoved his hand away and stomped off, eagerly on the hunt for Sara and the rest of the bridal party. Logan called after her, but someone must have stopped him from following because he stayed put.
Milo, however, did not.
“You know what’s boring?” he asked, catching up and herding her toward a blackjack table. “Watching me lose a couple hundred bucks in record time.”
She laughed, shrugging. “Can I have your free drinks?”
He nodded his head and slid into the last empty chair at the table.
“You can have whatever you want, Arizona.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he threw his chips down.
She sipped on a complimentary Jack and Diet while he played five hands, winning all but the last. She finished her drink as he collected his chips.
“Where to?” he asked as they wound through flashing lights and clouds of smoke.
“We should probably find the rest of the crew,” she said. “Don’t need any more side-eye from the bridesmaids.”
Milo laughed. “Please, those fuckers are all so blasted they can’t keep track of themselves, let alone us.”
He had a point.
“True, but I should find Sara.”
Milo smiled and pointed toward the massive chandelier in the middle of the casino.
“I spy a silver cowgirl hat.”
“Yeehaw,” Hanna mumbled.
Milo went his separate way as soon as he knew she had her target locked, going around to enter the bar from the other side of the casino.
Because he'd heard what she'd said about the bridesmaids watching their every move, she realized. And he'd listened.
Imagine that.
“Where were you?” Logan asked when she rejoined the group.
She shrugged. “I went to play blackjack.”
"You don't gamble," he lilted, turning to Brendon. "She doesn't gamble."
“You don’t know that,” said sharply, also turning to Brendon, who looked like he may not have been present with them any longer. “He doesn’t know that.”
Logan held his hands up. “Okay fine. Hanna, the whiskey drinker. Also, the gambler. What’s next? Ripping lines off a Vegas toilet?”
