Cleo shook her head. “No, I swear, I’m not.”
Liar!
“Yes, you are. Now tell me who.”
Fine!She swallowed the knot in her throat. “Wraith?”
Reyna burst out laughing, and Cleo felt her face heat. Reyna grabbed her hand. “I’m not laughing at you. I thought you were going to ask about your brother.”
Cleo twisted her lips. “I don’t want to know about Knox’s sex life.”
“Good, ’cause I don’t want to tell you. But I will say, from what I hear, he was a favorite among lots of the girls.”
Too much information.“So back to Wraith?”
Reyna snickered, shaking her head. “Never. Don’t know where that man is getting off, but it ain’t in Killcreek.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember when I said you pick a brother, and if they’re up for it? Wraith is one of three members that’s not on the list of options.”
Interesting.
“You got a thing for him?” Reyna raised her brows.
“No,” Cleo blurted, but from the twitch in her lips, Reyna didn’t believe her. Thankfully, her phone pinged. “Ugh, they’re still about an hour away.” Reyna sighed, glancing around the room. “I’m going to the bathroom. You want to come or hang out here?”
“I’ll stay here.”
Reyna tapped her knee, smiled, and slid off the stool. She grabbed her small bag from the bar. “Alright, I’ll be back.”
Cleo watched her walk across the room, pondering what Reyna had said. There was a list, and Wraith wasn’t on it. It was enlightening. She felt a surge of excitement knowing he wasn’t bedding all the women and an angst of disappointment. Clearly, he was getting it somewhere else. There was no way that man was celibate. Cleo nibbled on her bottom lip, heavy in thought. She couldn’t recall ever seeing Wraith bring a woman back to his room at parties. It was possible she’d just missed it but she spent a lot of time watching him. He rarely engaged with any of the girls.Except me.
“Are you going to play tonight?”
Cleo turned to Tanner. “I have money, but I’m not familiar with the games. I’m thinking blackjack is probably the easiest?”
“Why does everyone think that?” He chuckled and rested his elbows on the bar, leaning forward. “Try poker. Let me give you some helpful hints.”
For the next ten minutes, Tanner gave her easy instructions on the basics of poker. Through his explanation, it didn’t seem as difficult as she’d expected. But most of these people looked as though they had a complete grasp of the game.
“I still think I’m going to lose all my money.”
The corner of his mouth hiked. “Most first-timers usually do. But stick with small bets. Get a feel for the table.” His gaze shifted over her shoulder, and he shot up straight with his eyes trained over her head. He’d lost all of his easiness, and tension marred his jaw.
“Sir?”
Cleo glanced over her shoulder and widened her eyes. She hadn’t realized anyone was standing behind her. The man was dressed in a dark suit that looked as though it cost more than her car. His dark hair was elegantly styled, and his features were sharp and chiseled.And he looks mad.
“I see empty glasses.”
Tanner gave a curt nod and rushed to the opposite end of the bar where two men were seated. Their drinks didn’t appear to befinished. Had he gotten in trouble for spending time with her? Cleo forced a jittery smile at the stranger beside her.
“That’s my fault.”
The man’s gaze slowly shifted to Cleo. She immediately pointed at Tanner, noticing her shaky hand. “He was explaining the rules of poker. He was actually very helpful.”
“Was he?”
