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“That was only a few days ago.”

“It was a week ago, and he’s not even mentioned us getting together again. I think he’s pulling away.”

“That can’t be right. I saw the way he looked at you. That man’s crazy over you.”

“If that was true, he would want to see me again.”

“Okay, instead of wondering and jumping to conclusions, why don’t you just ask the guy. I mean, you’re both adults here. There’s no reason to drive yourself crazy. Just talk to him.”

“Okay, how do I do that? Do I call him or text him or…”

“You could do that, but if it were me, I’d go have a face-to-face with the guy. Don’t take any lame excuses. Tell him you want to know what’s what and you aren’t leaving until he lays it all out on the table.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is.” Her tone softened as she said, “Come on, Pres. This is Goose we’re talking about. Not Gary or even some asshole you met at a bar. He’ll talk to you.”

“And you don’t think I’m crazy for even considering this?”

“Oh, you’re definitely crazy. Certifiable even, but that shouldn’t stop you from going to talk to him.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“Just stop overthinking it and go talk to him.”

“Do I call to tell him I’m coming?”

“Nope.” She sounded almost excited as she said, “That will take away from the thrill of discovery.”

“And what if I discover something bad?”

“Then, you drive straight over to the bar, and I’ll drown your sorrows.”

“I’m already dreading this.”

“Stop thinking and move your ass,” she pushed. “El’ pronto!”

“You’re a bit much.”

“And you’re still procrastinating.”

“Fine! I’m going.”

With that, I ended the call and made my way back out front. As I grabbed my purse and keys, I told Christina, “I’m heading out.”

“I thought you had a client coming in.”

“I’ll reschedule.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t mind covering.”

“That would be amazing.” I paused for a moment, giving her a smile. “You’re the best. Thank you.”

“You’d do the same for me. Now, go do what you gotta do. I’ve got things covered here.”

I gave her a quick wave, then darted out the door. When I got to my car, it was after four. I wasn’t sure where Luke would be, so I started with the Vault. I didn’t see his bike or truck there, so I drove over to the casino. It was too crowded to search for his vehicle, so I parked and headed inside.

It was the weekend, so it wasn’t surprising that the place was busy. It was always busy, but something underneath all the music and flashing lights felt off, including the three guards that were stationed up front. I’d only been there a couple of times, but I’d never seen them before.