I started right up again: "He's probably standing right next to her." It's for the best, Girl. Don't worry, he won't bother you, ever again."Then thin...ing to himself how he could wrest that Road Runner away from me."Better check on it, son." I parted the curtains. Relieved to find it present and accounted for. Then checked again to make sure I wasn't just imagining it being out there."Call her!" No. I'm not calling this close to the end. It's the home stretch. I'm clean. I ain't called and I. I raised my drink to her and said, “Good luck.” She quickly grabbed hers and softly clinked it against mine and said with a wink, “Same to you.” The caller called out, “Calling all bets.” I looked at Laurie and said, “It’s not too late to back out you know.” She smirked at me and said, “I’m all in.” The caller closed all bets and spun the wheel. My heart raced in my chest as I watched it spin and it began to beat faster as it slowed. I could see Laurie’s hands drumming the felt table waiting. She was wearing a short silk robe I’d bought her years ago over a pair of shorts and a loose camisole. I leered at her cleavage as she dug into her grapefruit. Over the morning’s Sports section, of course. My mind wandered to the events of the night before: the incredible fuck we’d shared on the kitchen island followed by the erotic fantasy her sister had shared with me under hypnosis. I barely felt like the same person I was a week ago–frustrated and desperate. Now all I could think about was. I do not want to see you tricked further. I heard she and Greta talking. Daisy is already pregnant, and means to marry you.’ Neither could she tell him that this very minute, Daisy was in Greta’s bed. She had done more than enough, and the hurt in his eyes was terrible. ‘Who are these other lovers?’ he asked. ‘I do not know.’ ‘No, you do. I hear it in your voice. You know.’ He squeezed her hands. ‘Tell me.’ ‘I believe one is… Lord Cuthburt himself. I believe he left the necklace.’ ‘Damn him!.
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