MARION

I tossed my phone onto the leather seat of my SUV, jaw tightening as the city, Las Vegas, blurred past the window. I preferred to come in the morning because the casino is much quieter than at night. The flight is just an hour from LA, and I flew in my own jet.

I hadn’t planned to call her. Hell, that’s not my thing. I've been thinking about her as soon as I jetted off from Los Angeles. The passionate kiss we shared is still lingering in my mind. Those soft pillow lips of hers.

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