“I’m not even going to honor that with a response,” Kari says, taking a chip out of Max’s hand.
Cane hands me a few tokens, studying the table. I place mine on the red seven next to Max’s eight. Kari studies the table before placing hers on the black thirty-three. Just as the dealer calls for all bets to be placed, Cane places his on the black twenty.
Cane kisses my neck as we watch the ball roll around. It bounces and rolls before landing on the twenty.
“We have a winner,” the dealer says, nodding at Cane.
The crowd cheers. Cane grins and takes his winnings and follows Max and Kari back to the aisle. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.
“Good ol’ twenty,” he says, chuckling.
I do a quick run-through of all the dates I know and I can’t find a reason to like that number.
“Lucky for you?”
He shrugs. “I hope so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well,” he says, pausing mid-step to allow a scantily-clad server to pass by. She makes eyes at Cane and he ignores her, much to my delight. “I met you on the twentieth day of the month. So it’s lucky to me.”
I can’t help the ridiculous smile on my face. I didn’t realize he knew the date we met. I knew the date he brought me pizza and wine at my office, but not the date we met at Blanca’s.
“Aw, Cane. I can’t believe you knew that.”
He grins sheepishly. “Yeah. And today’s the nineteenth. So you should be extra good to me tomorrow and keep it lucky for me.”
“Want to watch a show?” Max asks, looking at Cane, as we approach.
“Nah. I think we’re going to turn in early.”
“We are?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I shrug. “Okay, then. We’ll see you guys at breakfast.”
Kari grins at Cane and I catch him winking at her.
“Yup.” Kari smiles at me. “See you at breakfast.”
CANE
“Have you had a good time so far?”
I can’t take my eyes off Jada. She’s sitting at a small table in the bedroom with a large mirror in front of it, brushing her long, dark hair. Her small body is covered by a pinkish gown that is soher.It’s long, touching the floor … it’s classy and elegant. She looks like a lady.
My lady.
“I have,” she says, glancing at me in the glass. “It’s been fun. Exactly what we needed.”
I nod, a small ball of nerves starting to amass in my stomach. “I think so, too.”
“I’m really glad Kari was so adamant about it.”
“Me, too.”
She stands, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Her large breasts fill out the lacy cups, the material clinging to the curve of her hips. She’s a fuckin’ goddess.
