Page 44 of Just My Luck

“You did.” He smiled and brushed a strand of my hair out of my eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to put a down payment on a new car?”

I groaned and made a face.

“How about we both play hooky today and go get you that bag and shoes?” he suggested.

I sighed. “I wish.”

“Me too.” He sobered. “I meant it. What I said last night.”

“Me too,” I said easily. He almost looked relieved.

“I wasn’t sure how drunk you were,” he said, running his eyes over my face.

I tilted my head slightly to get a better look at him. “Unlike that time my sophomore year of college, I remember when someone pins me against a wall and kisses me and admits their undying love.”

He smiled. “Was that you?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You knew?”

He shrugged. “I would have made it weird.”

I chuckled. “So you did remember I kissed you?”

“Timing is everything.” He cupped my face. “It wouldn’t have worked out back then.”

I sobered. “And now?”

His eyes cleared. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it does.”

“Me too,” I said, kissing him.

Two hours later, he left the room for his meeting. Kit was sending a car for me so we could head off to look at his new building. I had no clue what to wear, but Jax suggested a pair of dark pants, a wine colored button-up shirt, and a pair of my most comfortable flat shoes.

When I climbed in the limo to see Kit wearing a pair of crisp gray jeans and a polo shirt, I was thankful I’d listened to Jax and had gone casual instead of the dress I’d picked out instead.

“You look well rested,” Kit said as the limo started moving.

“I am, and fifteen thousand richer thanks to your slot machines last night,” I joked as he handed me a glass with what appeared to be a mimosa in it. I felt my stomach lurch and head throb, remembering the last time I’d had one and, instead of drinking, I held it off to the side.

“That’s wonderful.” Kit chuckled. “Have big plans to spend the money?”

“Some,” I said, trying to distract him from the fact that I wasn’t drinking the offered drink. “So, tell me what phase of construction the Onyx is in.”

For the short drive to the construction site, he stuck to talking pure business. He filled me in on the construction progress, the things that were holding it up, and his plan to move his offices to the new building, where there was more space.

When we arrived, there was some show about safety rules, and I had to put on a hardhat. There was even a new pair of steel-toed hiking boots in my size. Then Kit took me to the top floor using one of those outside elevator lifts I’d seen on plenty of buildings under construction. There were half a dozen men following us around, talking to Kit at various points.

We walked the grounds, and he showed me the five massive holes that would become the largest swimming pools I’d ever seen. Halfway through our tour, we moved to a spot under some trees where a table was set up, and we were served lunch and drinks.

I sipped cold iced tea and ate turkey sandwiches on rye bread with a cucumber salad, feeling very guilty while workers continued to work overhead and all around us.

Then we moved on to the main casino building. The place was massive, three floors. Kit explained that the bottom floor was for low-dollar slot machines and tables, the second floor was for higher rollers, and the third floor was private tables for invited guests and elites, along with a two-story club that would no doubt be packed every night.

To be honest, I was feeling slightly overwhelmed, like I did every time I walked into a new casino along the Strip. I didn’t know where to look or, at this point, what I was even looking at. All of the walls were steel beams with wires hanging down and pipes shooting up through the floors.

Still, Kit practically beamed as he explained everything to me. I kept nodding and asking questions when I could.

When we stepped back outside toward the waiting limo, he suggested we head somewhere for a drink to cool off. We arrived at a fancy eatery along the Strip and were instantly shown inside to seats surrounded by flowers and plants. I excused myself after ordering a strawberry lemonade and headed to the nearest bathroom.