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Tio If someone comments on my play, I always leave the table And it won’t be a hardship to move to a casino without a bad country soundtrack

“Hi there,” a deep male voice says

I look over at the en, the hockey player fromy brain, the corners of my lips quirk up in a smile back

How did he findat me? And why did he have to show up just as I’m about to leave?

Oneto the dark-haired, well-built athlete on the other side of the table When he folds, his eyes find ht in the stomach

I should leave According to the set of rules I follow every night, it’s tiet up and , and my focus fizzled when Maverick sat down

I should leave, but I don’t Instead, I play an overconservative gaa blacklisted by casinos will ruin everything

Maverick is a solid player; he’s growing his pot as ht, not giving th of his hands But azesleep

It’s been a long time since I wanted a man There’s no rooless sex when I have a vibrator with six settings that’s a sure thing?

Men are unreliable You don’t know if you’re going back to a hotel with soet a hard-on or who passes out drunk before the clothes even coet hard, there’s a fifty-fifty chance he won’t be good in bed

Been there, done that, prefer my trusty battery-operated boyfriend

There’s soh, about the way Maverick touches his poker chips He stacks the with right now, rolling it between his thuer

He looks down at his phone, reading so out a response Must have been a text But from who?

Could be his wife or girlfriend Or his parole officer

I groan inwardly Why a eyes at a professional athlete? I need to cash out andand there’s more money to be won

Not allowing myself another look at Maverick, I rack up, pass the dealer a tip and head for the cashier’sI’ to stop at o to the Bellagio

When I go to open the door to exit Harrah’s, so past me I look over my shoulder and lock eyes with Maverick