Chapter 4“You’ve worked at a casino for how long, and you can’t even manage a simple card lock?” Lucky teased.
He naturally expected Shane to shoot back with some clever rejoinder—maybe something about how he unlocked the door enough times while Lucky was in a drunken stupor and Lucky never complained then. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, revealing the suite that Lucky and Stella had called home for the past two years. They could have found a better, bigger, more luxurious penthouse anywhere on or off the strip. But the Rio was the only real, reasonable option.
The room looked the same as they had left it that morning. Like a tornado had swept through it. Lucky grimaced at the mess. “I thought the maids were scheduled to come in today.”
“No, that’s tomorrow.” Stella swept past w
