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“Whatever Gio’s paying you, you should ask him to double it. No, triple it.”

She rolls her eyes. “If you got in an actual consultant …”

“He wouldn’t do half as good a job as you are.”

No one would. This was what she was meant for.

Not just to be ours, but to do this kind of work.

“We’ll see how well I’ve done once we re-open.”

“Yes, we will, and Gio will be falling over himself to give you a nice fat bonus check.”

She blushes. It’s cute how easily she colors at a compliment.

I don’t think I’d get the same shyly sweet reaction over telling her how good she looks.

I’m sure she’s more than aware of that. With her bright smile and those amazing curves, she’s probably got more guys chasing her around than Arrow had back when he was single.

Certain people just attract others to them, and she has that energy.

“I’d call someone to fix the interior stuff first,” she suggests. “Try to get them out tomorrow. Then move onto the windows and signage. If they say they’re booked up, ask them what their rush fee is and offer to pay it up front.”

I unlock my phone’s screen and get started.

The sooner we get the work done, the sooner she’ll see I’m right that she’s good at this stuff.

She’s not going back to that course that she’s bored with. That’s no way to live.

This is what she’s supposed to be doing, and I’m going to do everything I can to help her see that.

Chapter Sixty-Six

Gio

One last big win. That’s all I need. I stand out in front of the casino, waiting for my gut instinct to kick in and send me inside. Enzo doesn’t like to think about money, but we’re running low, and I don’t want us to have to struggle. We need a fresh burst of cash to get through the restaurant renovations.

So, I stand around and I wait.

But the instinct I feel when something is right isn’t there.

It doesn’t rush over me like usual, and it isn’t taking it’s time to get here.

It’s not coming, because I’m not right about this.

One last big win isn’t the answer to our problem.

It’s not something we need.

I just feel like it is because I can’t stand the thought of letting my pack down.

But I know they wouldn’t want me to be here. They wouldn’t think this was the answer.

I walk away slowly, feeling a little dazed.

My instincts never lie.

I believed I was doing the right thing whenever I gambled, because it was for the right reasons.

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