A long moment later, Matt asked throatily, "How would you feel about seeing if we can do the same thing again?"
"Really?" She giggled in his ear. "Could you?" Her hand slid down over his chest and stomach. "Oh, how nice!"
She rolled over on her back, and pulled him onto her.
"Look in my eyes!" she ordered. He did. He felt her guiding him into her body.
"Oh, God, Matt!" she called softly.
NINETEEN
Penny started to go through the door of the Birch Suite into the corridor, but then stopped and looked around.
"If I had my druthers," she said, "we would just stay here for a while longer. Like forever."
"We've already had that discussion. What we're going to do is take one more look around Las Vegas East, and then we go back to Philadelphia."
"You still haven't told me what we're-whatyou're -looking for."
"I really don't know. I think this is a bum lead, but I want to be sure before I go back and say so."
"That doesn't make much sense," she said as she walked past him and out into the corridor.
****
Matt went to the desk, settled the bill, and then handed a bellman Penny's bag and five dollars and told him to bring the Mercedes to the door.
"I'll be out in a few minutes," he said. "I'm going to give you a chance to get a little of your money back."
From the uncomfortable smile on the desk clerk's face, Matt understood that making reference to the casino was not considered good form.
He glanced at his watch as they approached the casino door. It was quarter to two.
If it was nearly deserted at half past nine, I'll give you five to one that it will be me and the croupier again.
He was wrong. The room was not crowded, but there were gamblers at all but one of the tables.
He reached into his jacket and took out some of the hundred-dollar bills. He looked and counted. There were six.
"Here," he said, handing them to Penny.
She took the money, looked at it, and then at him, then shrugged.
"Is that the going rate?" she asked, "Or is that five hundred, plus a hundred tip?"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!"
"Sorry," she said, again sounding as if she meant it. She touched his arm, just above the elbow, and gently squeezed it. "Our new relationship is going to take some getting used to."
That, madam, qualifies as the understatement of the millennium.
She turned from him and walked directly to the blackjack table. He followed her and got there in time to watch her hand the money to the dealer.
"Quarters," she said.
This is not the first time she's done this.
He looked around the room, and then at the others at the blackjack table.