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the years but had never played it, not without Suz. It was their machine.
How can you be sure this is the right one? she asked, sitting on the seat as he stuck his card in.
I know everything.
And I know you re full of bull.
Not about stuff that matters. Well, not most of the time anyway. He had to admit he hadn t known
a whole lot when it had come to his marriage. Ryder put his hands on her shoulders because he had
developed an obsession with touching her now that he was allowed to again. Push the button.
She pushed it. I don t even get these games. I can t even tell if we ve won or not.
We didn t. Push it again. When she hesitated, clearly trying to interpret the screen, Ryder reached
over her and pushed it.
Hey. Am I doing this or are you?
Then move quicker. The slots are about speed. Just keep pushing.
Suzanne glanced up at him and said, I m going to push you.
But she was all talk and he knew it. Suzanne started pushing the button faster and they won fifty
bucks. Oh! Did we just win?
Yep. You ve got the touch.
Ryder watched Suzanne get into gambling, betting higher and double, and whooping when they won
something. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and an hour later they were high-fiving.
Holy shit! We just won five grand! He eyed the machine and felt a surge of gambling victory.
This was definitely their slot.
Are you freaking kidding me? Suzanne jumped up and did an impromptu butt-shaking dance that
Ryder really appreciated. How much did we spend?
I think we spent about two grand, so we re up three.
She stopped dancing and gaped at him. We just dumped two thousand dollars into this blinking
machine?
Yeah. Gotta spend to win.
Suzanne grabbed her heart for a second, then yanked his card out of the machine. Good Lord in
heaven. That s insane. That s a huge amount of money.
It was entertainment was what it was, and Ryder considered himself very fortunate that he could
indulge himself now and again. He wasn t a big spender for the most part, and he had a career that
paid him well. There was no reason to feel guilty for spending a few thousand dollars on a special
weekend. It s not a big deal.
I m having a heart attack, I swear. She handed him the card. Take that. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were a little glassy.
Suddenly unnerved by her reaction, Ryder said, Maybe we should move on to something else.
How about blackjack?
How about no. You shouldn t spend any more money. We should be glad we won money and just
walk away. Good Lord, two grand . . .
Well, what do you want to do then? We can get massages with our winnings.
Maybe you should just keep the money and not spend it.
What s the fun in that? It s like free money. It s money that I never had, so we should feel
completely justified in spending it. Ryder pulled Suzanne closer to him and kissed her.
After a moment of hesitation, she relaxed in his arms and kissed him back.
We re here to have fun, he murmured, suddenly knowing he was going to tell her the truth, right
there on the casino floor. He couldn t hold it in any longer, couldn t pretend he was feeling less than
he was. Just two crazy kids in love cutting loose in Vegas. What we should do is take our three grand
and get rehitched with an Elvis wedding package.
Suzanne stiffened. Pulling back, she stared up at him. That s not funny.
It wasn t meant to be funny. He was as serious as the heart attack she d been claiming to have
earlier.
Why would you say something like that?
Uh-oh. Suzanne was getting mad and he wasn t even exactly sure why. Trying to tread lightly, he
just said, Because I was trying to get you to relax, to not worry about spending the money, to just
enjoy this weekend where we re together. I want to be with you, isn t that obvious? For real be with
you.
Oh, my God, there were suddenly tears in her eyes.
Ryder panicked and said, What? Baby, what s wrong?
Her lip trembled and she waved her hand wildly to indicate nothing was wrong, yet it clearly was,
because now a tear had actually escaped her eye and was trickling down her cheek. Suzanne never
cried and it was scaring the hell out of him.
Let s go . . . Ryder looked around wildly. They were in a fucking casino, there wasn t a single
inch that wasn t blinking and beeping and crawling with gamblers. Back to our room.
But Suzanne didn t move. She just swiped at her eyes and said, That was a cruel and stupid thing
to say. We ve never been two crazy kids in love cutting loose in Vegas. Not even on our honeymoon.
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the years but had never played it, not without Suz. It was their machine.
How can you be sure this is the right one? she asked, sitting on the seat as he stuck his card in.
I know everything.
And I know you re full of bull.
Not about stuff that matters. Well, not most of the time anyway. He had to admit he hadn t known
a whole lot when it had come to his marriage. Ryder put his hands on her shoulders because he had
developed an obsession with touching her now that he was allowed to again. Push the button.
She pushed it. I don t even get these games. I can t even tell if we ve won or not.
We didn t. Push it again. When she hesitated, clearly trying to interpret the screen, Ryder reached
over her and pushed it.
Hey. Am I doing this or are you?
Then move quicker. The slots are about speed. Just keep pushing.
Suzanne glanced up at him and said, I m going to push you.
But she was all talk and he knew it. Suzanne started pushing the button faster and they won fifty
bucks. Oh! Did we just win?
Yep. You ve got the touch.
Ryder watched Suzanne get into gambling, betting higher and double, and whooping when they won
something. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and an hour later they were high-fiving.
Holy shit! We just won five grand! He eyed the machine and felt a surge of gambling victory.
This was definitely their slot.
Are you freaking kidding me? Suzanne jumped up and did an impromptu butt-shaking dance that
Ryder really appreciated. How much did we spend?
I think we spent about two grand, so we re up three.
She stopped dancing and gaped at him. We just dumped two thousand dollars into this blinking
machine?
Yeah. Gotta spend to win.
Suzanne grabbed her heart for a second, then yanked his card out of the machine. Good Lord in
heaven. That s insane. That s a huge amount of money.
It was entertainment was what it was, and Ryder considered himself very fortunate that he could
indulge himself now and again. He wasn t a big spender for the most part, and he had a career that
paid him well. There was no reason to feel guilty for spending a few thousand dollars on a special
weekend. It s not a big deal.
I m having a heart attack, I swear. She handed him the card. Take that. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were a little glassy.
Suddenly unnerved by her reaction, Ryder said, Maybe we should move on to something else.
How about blackjack?
How about no. You shouldn t spend any more money. We should be glad we won money and just
walk away. Good Lord, two grand . . .
Well, what do you want to do then? We can get massages with our winnings.
Maybe you should just keep the money and not spend it.
What s the fun in that? It s like free money. It s money that I never had, so we should feel
completely justified in spending it. Ryder pulled Suzanne closer to him and kissed her.
After a moment of hesitation, she relaxed in his arms and kissed him back.
We re here to have fun, he murmured, suddenly knowing he was going to tell her the truth, right
there on the casino floor. He couldn t hold it in any longer, couldn t pretend he was feeling less than
he was. Just two crazy kids in love cutting loose in Vegas. What we should do is take our three grand
and get rehitched with an Elvis wedding package.
Suzanne stiffened. Pulling back, she stared up at him. That s not funny.
It wasn t meant to be funny. He was as serious as the heart attack she d been claiming to have
earlier.
Why would you say something like that?
Uh-oh. Suzanne was getting mad and he wasn t even exactly sure why. Trying to tread lightly, he
just said, Because I was trying to get you to relax, to not worry about spending the money, to just
enjoy this weekend where we re together. I want to be with you, isn t that obvious? For real be with
you.
Oh, my God, there were suddenly tears in her eyes.
Ryder panicked and said, What? Baby, what s wrong?
Her lip trembled and she waved her hand wildly to indicate nothing was wrong, yet it clearly was,
because now a tear had actually escaped her eye and was trickling down her cheek. Suzanne never
cried and it was scaring the hell out of him.
Let s go . . . Ryder looked around wildly. They were in a fucking casino, there wasn t a single
inch that wasn t blinking and beeping and crawling with gamblers. Back to our room.
But Suzanne didn t move. She just swiped at her eyes and said, That was a cruel and stupid thing
to say. We ve never been two crazy kids in love cutting loose in Vegas. Not even on our honeymoon.
And you can t possibly really and truly want to be married to me again. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]