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Chapter One

Jiether and sucked air through his teeth, his lewd gaze locked on Josie Winarsky's boobs Still, she uy was a total sli with a loan shark with ly inside It made her want to puke

The first time Snips had made the weasel-like sound while hypnotized by her breasts, they'd been sitting in ninth grade English at North Las Vegas High Snips was still a perv twenty years later, albeit one with er rap sheet

Of course, her Paris Casino cocktail waitress unifor tips—especially in the high-stakes poker rooht, she planned on burning the dah-stakes poker players' grubby fingers “accidentally” squeezing her ass Noand eating cheap noodle dinners to save pennies No as

In T-ht hours, she would be on the road in her duct-taped Honda Civic Hell or high water wouldn't stop her fro to the Rose O'Neill Dry Creek Artist Colony and spending the next six

Only painting

She'd let those bastards in LA rip her dreaer now More deterain Even Snips' hungry little black eyes couldn't fuck up her night

“Here's your scotch on the rocks” She lowered the glass to the poker table, careful not to let the areen felt

Eyes locked on her fluffed-up chest, he didn't acknowledge the drink

Josie stood at least four inches taller than Snips in bare feet; add in the heels and she towered over the slie point, Josie counted the twelve greasy black hairs slicked over his prematurely bald dome And they say God doesn't have a sense of humor

“The dealer's about to get started again, but we need to talk later”

“I've told you a million times, Snips, I'm not interested”

“When you hear just how e your tune” Confidence oozed frorin

Her baby brother would never borrowabout?”

Snips just smirked Finally, his eyes aze dropped again

“How much?”

Her baby brother by all of twelve ames were in his past Why in the hell would Cy needof the Callandriello faain in an effort to cover Mom's out-of-whack medical bills? She didn't have the answers Instead she had an o in the pit of her sto what he could never touch

Josie wobbled on her four-inch Lucite heels, but forced her voice to strengthen “I asked how much?”

“Don't worry about it” He winked at her “I' out”

She sed her disgust Pointing out the obvious—that Snips wasn't touching, ever—wouldn't help her brother But she hadn't survived ten years of being a Vegas cocktail waitress by letting creepy little fucks walk all over her