Page 6 of Going All In

“I’ve heard that before. Don’t hate on my stealth, man. So, details, please. She’s hot.”

“And off-limits.”

“Testy, testy, Jakey.”

“Ally’s best friend. Harty sees her like a kid sister.”

“Gotcha. Did I overhear that she thought you were a waiter?” Baz chuckled. “Guess you’re not as popular as you thought,” he teased.

“Whatever, man.” Jake knocked back one of the glasses of champagne on his tray. “I need something stronger than this now that my shift is over.” He handed the tray to Baz. “Maybe this’ll help you charm the ladies.”

“Like I need any help in that department. I’m the funny one. They love me,” Baz said, flashing his full smile.

“Nice to see you put your teeth in for tonight.”

Baz straightened his tuxedo jacket. “I’m a classy fucker when I need to be.”

Jake shook his head, unable to stop his bark of laughter. The man was crazy. “Grab a drink?”

“Obviously,” Baz said, setting the tray on a nearby table and following Jake to the bar.

Jake spent the rest of the night playing a few table games with his teammates and the people who’d paid a chunk of change to hang out with the team. It was for a good cause.

He pasted a smile on his face and always had a scotch nearby, and he did not search the room for Darcy.

At least not more than once—or twice.

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