Page 63 of Double or Nothing

“I mean it, Sut. I want you.” She grinds her ass against me. “Now.”

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do,” she moans, “but I still want you.”

Kat turns to face me, her arms wrapping around my neck, and before I can stop her, her lips are on me. I know it’s wrong. I know I should stop her, but fuck, I missed the feel of her. Her touch, her kiss. All of it.

“Easy, baby,” I say, breaking the kiss I never want to end. She may not realize it, but I’m well aware of the prying eyes. People who will do anything to make a quick buck off a photo of me. “Why don’t we take this back to your place?” I suggest because if we don’t, I might do something stupid.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all week.”

Leading her from the dance floor to where Liz and Mac are sitting, I nudge Mac.

“We need to get the ladies home.”

It’s clear to see that they’re both well over their limit. Mac nods his head in agreement, but I can see the disappointment on his face.

“You ladies want to take a ride in a limo?” I ask.

“Limo,” they both shout, drunk, giddy smiles covering their faces.

Even if Kat is only smiling at me and tolerating me because she’s in a drunken stupor, I’m grateful to see her happy. It gives me hope. Hope that has been slowly dwindling since my arrival.

Kat and Liz seem to enjoy the limo ride, so I have the driver take us around one more time. They’re standing outside the sunroof singing, more like screaming, the words to the song playing on the radio.

Something about the fresh air must have sobered Kat because no sooner do we drop Liz off, Kat scoots clear to the other side of the limo, as far away from me as she can.

The driver opens the door, and Kat steps out eagerly. I’m hot on her heels, wanting to ensure she safely makes it up the walkway to her door.

“I can manage on my own.”

Her walking has improved, I’ll give her that.

“That’s not why I’m doing it.”

Arriving at her front door, she slides the key into the slot. Before opening the door, she turns to me.

“Then why, Sutton? Why are you doing any of this? Did you really think forcing me to be your casino host would make me forgive you? Because it didn’t.”

“Woah, back up. Forcing you? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Jack told me your little plan. How you demanded I be your host. How you even went as far as to make it a stipulation in your contract for the show this week.”

“Fucking hell,” I curse loudly, running my hands through my hair. “I never even read the thing. Fuck, I never would have signed it if Mac hadn’t tricked me.”

She takes my words at face value, not understanding everything that goes into them.

“So, you didn’t want to come back. You didn’t want to see me. Or fix things.”

“No. I mean, I didn’t, but now?” I drop my gaze to the floor, then look up at her under hooded eyes. “Fuck, Kat, I don’t know. I hate this goddamn town and a whole hell of a lot of the memories that come with it, but I sure as hell don’t hate you or the memories of us. I’m torn. So fucking torn about what to do. Everything in me says I should run… except my heart. My heart belongs to you, Kat.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word.” Lowering my head, my lips brush against hers.

As much as I hate this town, as much as I hate my dad, Mac was right. There is good in Vegas.

She’s right here.

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