I may not even remember.” He comes over to
me, setting down the bottle of wine he’d been looking at. He’s taken the rest
of the day to sober up, which gives me more confidence in his ability to rob
the casino.
Rob the casino. I’m asking a man to steal. I feel
lightheaded and stumble a little in my heels. Randy’s arm is around me in
moments, and he scoops me to his side. The rough material of his tuxedo jacket
rubs against my exposed skin. I realize he must use the same soap or shampoo
that Josh uses, because the memory of Josh’s arms around me comes rushing back,
making my pulse quicken and my cheeks warm.
“You okay?” Randy asks softly. He brushes some curls
out of my eyes.
I blink. I can do this. I have to do this to get to
Noah. It’s not like he’s robbing some poor old woman, it’s a casino with lots
of money—a place that robs people of their earnings all the time and
really won’t even notice it’s gone. And it’s just a one-time thing. It’s not
like he’s killing anyone.
I smile. “I’m okay, prince charming. I just forgot to
eat today. That’s all.”
He smiles back, an adorable dimple digging into his
left cheek. He’s not a bad guy. He’s trying to help me.
“Well, we have to feed you then. Wait here.” He runs
around to the wet bar in the room and comes back with a plate of olives and a
glass of whisky, which I stare at, mouth agape. “It’s all we have. But go
ahead. The drink’s for me. This’ll help give me a little courage for tonight.”
He winks and takes a sip of whisky.
I can’t afford to have him off his game, so I take the
glass from his grip and down the rest, nearly coughing at the burn in my throat
and the fire in my stomach. Not yummy.
“Sorry,” I say. “I need it more than you. Now let’s
get out of here already.” I take his hand and tug him toward the door.
Chapter 7
Keira
I’m finally with Noah. He called
me to him. I don’t like that he knows he has that power over me, but I’ll file
that worry away for now since I can’t believe he actually called me despite
Lucifer’s wishes. When I think of it, excitement bubbles from the tip of my
head to my toes and all I want to do is kiss him.
So I do.
In between kisses, he tells me about Lucifer’s plans
and how he glamoured Emily. He tells me how I’m the only one he wants and that
she’s nothing compared to me.
So I kiss him again.
“The only thing I’m not sure about,” he says as I
nuzzle his throat, “is what to do about Grace.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, working my way over his ear
then turning his face toward mine so that our breath mingles. The feel of his
stubble against my palm sends currents of anticipation through me.
“Well, she’s around now, you know? She still thinks
she can get to me and, like, I don’t know, make me her good little brother or
something.”
I tangle my fingers in his wild, golden hair. “And why
do you think that upsets you so much when you know you’ve won?” I guess I was
hoping he’d be okay with Gracie being around. Ever since she listened to me
when I asked her for help protecting Noah, well, I’ve gotten kind of used to
her. And I trust her love for Noah. All she wants to do is help him.
“I just don’t want to see her. I want to forget she
ever existed, just like what I wished for my parents.” He pulls me in for a
deep kiss, and by the time he pulls back to keep talking, I’ve forgotten the
subject.
But he hasn’t. “It’s just that it was weird seeing her
there, a slave to Lucifer. She sacrificed her soul for the brother she wanted,
not the brother she has . Why can’t she see that? Why can’t she just
accept me for who I am?”
I draw a deep breath and stand, stretching. “She’s
learning now that even good people do bad things. It’s a tough lesson for her,
but she’ll get it.”
“It’s too late, though.” Noah sounds sad.
“Too late for what?” I ask, pulling on his jersey and
inhaling the scent
me, setting down the bottle of wine he’d been looking at. He’s taken the rest
of the day to sober up, which gives me more confidence in his ability to rob
the casino.
Rob the casino. I’m asking a man to steal. I feel
lightheaded and stumble a little in my heels. Randy’s arm is around me in
moments, and he scoops me to his side. The rough material of his tuxedo jacket
rubs against my exposed skin. I realize he must use the same soap or shampoo
that Josh uses, because the memory of Josh’s arms around me comes rushing back,
making my pulse quicken and my cheeks warm.
“You okay?” Randy asks softly. He brushes some curls
out of my eyes.
I blink. I can do this. I have to do this to get to
Noah. It’s not like he’s robbing some poor old woman, it’s a casino with lots
of money—a place that robs people of their earnings all the time and
really won’t even notice it’s gone. And it’s just a one-time thing. It’s not
like he’s killing anyone.
I smile. “I’m okay, prince charming. I just forgot to
eat today. That’s all.”
He smiles back, an adorable dimple digging into his
left cheek. He’s not a bad guy. He’s trying to help me.
“Well, we have to feed you then. Wait here.” He runs
around to the wet bar in the room and comes back with a plate of olives and a
glass of whisky, which I stare at, mouth agape. “It’s all we have. But go
ahead. The drink’s for me. This’ll help give me a little courage for tonight.”
He winks and takes a sip of whisky.
I can’t afford to have him off his game, so I take the
glass from his grip and down the rest, nearly coughing at the burn in my throat
and the fire in my stomach. Not yummy.
“Sorry,” I say. “I need it more than you. Now let’s
get out of here already.” I take his hand and tug him toward the door.
Chapter 7
Keira
I’m finally with Noah. He called
me to him. I don’t like that he knows he has that power over me, but I’ll file
that worry away for now since I can’t believe he actually called me despite
Lucifer’s wishes. When I think of it, excitement bubbles from the tip of my
head to my toes and all I want to do is kiss him.
So I do.
In between kisses, he tells me about Lucifer’s plans
and how he glamoured Emily. He tells me how I’m the only one he wants and that
she’s nothing compared to me.
So I kiss him again.
“The only thing I’m not sure about,” he says as I
nuzzle his throat, “is what to do about Grace.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, working my way over his ear
then turning his face toward mine so that our breath mingles. The feel of his
stubble against my palm sends currents of anticipation through me.
“Well, she’s around now, you know? She still thinks
she can get to me and, like, I don’t know, make me her good little brother or
something.”
I tangle my fingers in his wild, golden hair. “And why
do you think that upsets you so much when you know you’ve won?” I guess I was
hoping he’d be okay with Gracie being around. Ever since she listened to me
when I asked her for help protecting Noah, well, I’ve gotten kind of used to
her. And I trust her love for Noah. All she wants to do is help him.
“I just don’t want to see her. I want to forget she
ever existed, just like what I wished for my parents.” He pulls me in for a
deep kiss, and by the time he pulls back to keep talking, I’ve forgotten the
subject.
But he hasn’t. “It’s just that it was weird seeing her
there, a slave to Lucifer. She sacrificed her soul for the brother she wanted,
not the brother she has . Why can’t she see that? Why can’t she just
accept me for who I am?”
I draw a deep breath and stand, stretching. “She’s
learning now that even good people do bad things. It’s a tough lesson for her,
but she’ll get it.”
“It’s too late, though.” Noah sounds sad.
“Too late for what?” I ask, pulling on his jersey and
inhaling the scent
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