Chapter 3Shane should’ve taken the encounter with Lucky and Stella as his cue to pack it in for the night. The money still burned a hole in his breast pocket, the ghost of Lucky’s fingers still a brand against his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to take it out. He wouldn’t keep it, of course. The next day, or maybe the day after that, he’d slip it into an envelope and have someone at the front desk put it in the Marshalls’ daily mail. No words, no note, nothing to tell Lucky what exactly he could do with the money. And if Lucky played true to form, he’d act like the incident had never happened and turn on the charm the next time he needed a favor from Shane.
And Shane would fall for it. Because he always fell for it. Ever since the day he’d walked into his first dorm room and been confro
