The Billionaire Who Bought Christmas
Like that was a reasonable answer. “Only if youdon’t lose it. ”
He shook his head. “Have a little faith. I’m not going to lose it.”
“You can’t know that.”
He tucked the bills into his inside pocket. “Sure I can.”
She resisted an urge to sock him in the arm. “Do you have a gambling problem?” Was she an enabler in all this? Should she try to drag him out of the casino? Maybe call Hunter for help?
Jack grinned, turning to walk away from the cashier. “It’s not a problem at all.”
She moved up beside him. “Seriously, Jack. Should we leave?”
“I told you. This is going to be fun.” He stopped in the middle of the casino and took a look around.
“Okay, what are you up for?”
“A drink,” she said, suddenly inspired. “We should go back to the lobby bar instead.”
“They’ll bring you free drinks at the table. Ever played roulette?”
He started to move again, and she scrambled to keep up. “No. Of course not. I don’t gamble.” Like she could afford to on her budget.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
“That’s too bad.” He stopped in front of a green numbered table and a shiny roulette wheel.
“Hop up,” he said, putting the stack of bills down on the edge of the green felt.
She stared at the money, a sick feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. “No way.”
He pulled out one of the high chairs. “Don’t spoil the party.”
“Jack, really—” Then she realized they were attracting attention from the dealer and the other players, so she lifted her heel to the crossbar and jumped up into the chair.
“That a girl,” Jack murmured approvingly.
The dealer took his money and replaced it with a clear plastic tray of color-rimmed chips.
Jack took the seat next to her. “There you go. Now pick a number.”
She glared at him.
“Care for a drink?” a female voice said from behind her.
“Glenlivet,” said Jack. “One ice cube.” He looked at Kristy. “A Cosmopolitan?” That was the drink she’d had before dinner.
She considered saying no. But two minutes ago she’d claimed to want a drink. She didn’t want to look like a fool. So she nodded, and the woman jotted it down.
“Did you pick a number?” asked Jack.
“Twenty-seven,” she said, giving up the fight with an exasperated sigh.
He nodded at the table. “Well, put some chips on it.”
She picked up a single hundred-dollar chip and leaned over to the twenty-seven square.
“That’s it?” he asked with obvious disappointment.
“You might be sure you’re not going to lose,” she said, as the dealer spun the wheel. “But I’m not.”
“I never said you weren’t going to lose.”
“There you go.”
He sat back in his seat. “What I said was,I’m not going to lose. And that’s because I’m not going to play.”
The wheel stopped on thirty, and the dealer cleared away her chip.
“See what you made me do?”
“Pick another one,” he said, eyes dancing. “And this time live a little.”
“Is this voyeurism for gambling addicts?”
He laughed at that. “I thought you said you wanted a room?”
“What does this have to do with getting a room?”
“You’ll see.”
“And it wasyou who wanted a room. I’m happy to wait at the airport with Dee Dee.”
“All night?”
To save several hundred dollars? “Yes.”
The dealer tossed in the small white ball.
Jack nodded to the wheel. “You missed that one.”
She swiveled the chair to the side. “Can we leave now?”
“We’ve got drinks coming.”
The ball stopped, and a sequin-covered woman next to Kristy gave a cry of joy.
“Play a number,” said Jack.
“You’re insane.”
He lifted a stack of chips and placed them in her palm. “If you want to play it safe, take red or evens.
Or, see that? If you put it on the line, you can cover two numbers.”
Kristy squinted at another man’s stack of chips sitting on the line halfway between two numbers.
“Really?”
“Swear to God.”
Kristy had to admit, that seemed like a pretty good deal. She put a stack on the line between seventeen and twenty. She refused to count the chips to see how much she was gambling.
Jack placed his arm across the back of her chair and leaned in. “Now don’t let it rattle you if you lose.
You’re going to win some, and you’re going to lose some. But we’ll be fine in the end.”