Page 30 of Dating the Rebel
Blair chuckled. “Well, there’s that, too. A couple of weeks ago he came into the office looking like hell, like he hadn’t slept in days. Must’ve been a hell of a poker game.”
Or the morning after the first night they’d had sex...
She’d looked like hell after that sleepless night, too.
“Do you think he’s been losing a lot?” Miranda wondered aloud. That would explain why he wanted to join Liaisons International—to find a rich significant other like his sister had.
Blair laughed.
And Miranda furrowed her brow, confused. “That’s funny?”
“It is with how much shit he’s been buying lately. He just got a helicopter, for some reason.”
“Won’t that help out with the business?”
Blair nodded, but it was almost begrudging. “Yes, and when I come to visit you since there’s no airport close by, but I don’t know why he suddenly needed it.”
To visit her?
Had he wanted to keep seeing her?
No. He’d made it clear he’d only been auditioning with her so he could join the dating service.
Blair shrugged again. “Probably makes it easier to get to his games. I think he’s got one planned for tonight.”
“And he needs a helicopter to get there?” Miranda asked. Why was she wondering where he was going to be? Or what he was? She had more than enough on her plate without dealing with him anymore.
She should have been happy that he hadn’t tried to contact her since she’d tossed him out. But all she felt was that strange hollowness...
Blair chuckled. “No. But maybe he wants to make a splash.” Her lips pulled into a slight frown. “I hope he doesn’t crash that new bird into the sea.”
“So you know where the game is?”
“Yeah, that hotel on Ibiza. I have a feeling he might own the place.”
The way the staff had treated him suddenly made sense; they’d seemed to know him and kowtow to him. At the time Miranda had thought they’d just offered excellent service, like the condoms in the nightstand. Now she wondered...
Blair laughed again. “He probably won it in a poker game.”
Won it or conned it out of someone?
“Do you think he cheats?” Miranda asked.
Blair laughed again. “He doesn’t need to. He’s so damn good at bluffing.”
“So you mean he’s a good liar?” she challenged her.
“Ouch,” Blair remarked, her dark blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “You really don’t like him any more now than you used to.”
“Probably even less,” Miranda admitted.
“You’re really good at bluffing, too,” Blair said. “So does that make you a good liar?”
Amusement tugged at Miranda’s lips, making her smile.
“Finally,” Blair said. “You haven’t smiled since you walked up to the table.”
Probably not since it was nearly the same one she’d shared with Grant a week ago.
