“Oh. Well, we have two rooms, and this has two rooms. That leaves one unaccounted for.”
“Aefre,” CK interjects, “I am not altogether happy about sharing.”
“We don’t have much of a choice. Besides, we shared with Sebastian back in New York.”
“That was before he… you know…”
“Fine, Lincoln can have the other room.”
“Humph, not likely,” he says.
“Scott, looks like you are ‘It,’” I say to him and grimaces at me.
“I’ll take my chances elsewhere if that’s all the same to you,” he says and CK snickers.
“We promise to keep it down if it will make you feel any better,” he says.
Scott blushes bright red. “I will still know. I may be able to focus my gift better now but it’s still not a hundred percent around you,” he says haughtily, and we giggle at him.
“So, Sebastian or Lincoln? Which will it be?” I ask CK.
“’Bastian,” he says reluctantly. “At least I know you won’t be sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night to get some.”
I laugh out loud but quiet at his murderous look. I turn back to Scott. “Where will you go?”
“I’ll find somewhere. I don’t mind slumming it, unlike you guys,” he says ruefully.
“There is nothing wrong with enjoying the finer things in life, when you can afford them,” CK says patronizingly.
“I’m sure. Maybe you should talk your girlfriend into giving me a raise,” he says smartly. CK and I look at each other in amusement at the word ‘girlfriend.’
“I think I pay you quite handsomely,” I say, somewhat offended that he thinks his six-figure salary isn’t enough.
“You do. I was only kidding. Believe me, I will be the first to come to you with a request should the job description exceed the compensation.”
“I would expect nothing less from you,” I say proudly.
He pouts. “Although, it has to be said, I think I may need some therapy sessions to be paid for after this particular trip. There are just some things you can’t unhear, however much you try.”
“Tell me about it,” CK and I agree in unison.
“Are you ready to go?” Devon asks, coming into the sitting room.
“Go where?” CK asks.
“Downstairs. Dev needs to get out of here. We, or rather, he, is going to go and win us a shitload of cash.”
“Like you need any more?”
“The cash is not what is important. It’s the winning,” I say with a smile.
“Maybe to you,” Scott says, standing. “Mind if I tag along? Maybe get in on some of your action.”
“Sure,” Devon says. “Constantine? You in?”
CK and I practically pick our jaws up off the floor at that offer. “Erm, shouldn’t someone stay here with the girl? Just in case,” he says.
Devon shrugs. “It’s only been twelve hours. Doesn’t seem likely under the circumstances.”