Gambling on Love (Stories of Serendipity #6) by Anne Conley Read Free Book Online Page B

legs, shuddering uncontrollably. She scratched at his shoulders and cried out, as he increased his pace, before freezing on top of her, and then slamming back in one last time, eliciting another round of shockwaves through her highly sensitized flesh.
    He stretched out next to her, spooning her in what was left of the cooling water.
    “I hate to say this now, but I’ve heard that sex in water’s really not good for you.” Breathless with exertion, Luke’s voice sent a tickle across her shoulder.
    “But what a way to go…” She replied dreamily.
    Connor had been pissed about the water. They’d cleaned it up in the bathroom, but it left a water stain on the ceiling in the room below, Connor’s kitchen. And Luke had to replace sheetrock. Not that Kathy had minded. Watching the powerful strength Luke exuded, when he worked on stuff like that, really made her think of his vigilance, and how he would care for a family. She couldn’t wait for the day she could watch him fix up their own house. Someday.
    A someday that would never happen now. Kathy wondered if she should have listened to Luke, hear what he had to say. Was there something she could have done before it all went to shit? Probably. She could have been willing to compromise with him, wait another year, maybe. She could have moved to Houston. She could have said yes to the proposal.
    It was too late. Once he heard what she was doing in Vegas, he’d be through with her. There was no way he’d want her now.
    She had to do something to get Luke out of her head. Now that Kathy was undeniably frustrated, what with her own fantasies and the underlying subject matter of the day’s proceedings, she decided to just go out and find some fun.
    Selecting a slinky sweater dress that sort of hid her money belt, and a pair of heels, she decided to splurge on a cab to save her feet for dancing, if she decided she felt like letting loose. She stuffed a small wad of money in her bra, adjusted the girls and let herself go out. The cab ride showed her the stark error in judgment with picking her hotel. As soon as it crossed over onto the strip, Kathy could see the difference as if it was a completely different country. Her hotel was lit up, but not like this…
    The cab let her out at the Bellagio, and Kathy kept her eyes to the ground so she didn’t gawk too much at the opulence. She asked directions to the club that Darrin had suggested and was led immediately to a raucous, dimly lit area blocked by bouncers. She knew how to work a line. If nothing else had gone right today, she could at least do this. Thankfully, the bouncer let her in without any questions, and after paying the big city cover charge, Kathy immediately went to the bar to order a double whiskey sour.
    Once she paid for her overpriced drink and surreptitiously shoved her money back into her bra, she surveyed the club. It was pretty nice, by Serendipity’s standards, but definitely not the nicest place she could imagine. But with a name like the Bank, you probably had to own one to be able to really party here. The DJ was good though, and she caught herself bouncing in her chair to the beat reverberating through her insides, as she watched the dance floor. Her first drink went down smoothly, and while she wondered if there was actually any alcohol in it, she waved to the bartender for another before turning to watch the dancing.
    She tried not to fidget with her Old Navy dress while she watched women much younger than herself slink around in silky sheaths. She fingered a tendril of her hair that had escaped its messy up-do, wondering if her highlights showed up under the blue lighting.
    Even though she bounced, she still missed Clarissa, the DJ at the Gin, who was likely to play Copperhead Road , followed on the heels of Donkey Butt . She was sure this was not a place where she could go up and suggest the DJ play something she could line dance to.
    A memory of teaching Luke how to do the Cupid Shuffle drifted