Todos los capítulos de Deuces Wild: The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

POV: BRIGAILShe caught four hours of sleep before her Mandalay shift, dealt cards for six hours under fluorescent light, and walked out at four in the morning with aching hips and a plan to find the nearest bus stop.She saw him before she reached the curb.He was leaning against a dark grey Land Rover in a plain black shirt, ripped jeans, and a baseball cap pulled low. She stopped walking."You need to ditch the walk," she said when he reached her. "The clothes are fine but the walk gives you away.""What walk.""The walk."He looked unbothered. "You owe me breakfast."She thought about protesting. She looked at him standing there in his not-quite disguise in a casino parking lot at four in the morning and decided against it."Eggs?" she asked."Eggs," he confirmed.And that was how it started.Three days settled into a routine so naturally it was almost suspicious. He met her at Fiordilatte before her morning shift. He left before lunch. He picked her up behind the Mandalay at four

POV: ELIHe pulled up outside her building at nearly nine in the morning. She had a shift starting in under an hour and she looked like someone had stolen forty-eight hours of sleep from her and left a reasonable facsimile in its place.She stared out the passenger window."So," she said. "We're dating."Eli kept his eyes on the windshield. He had been hoping, with increasing desperation over the last four hours, that the word had sailed past her in the chaos of Jimmy's announcement.It had not."Why?" he said. "What did you think we were doing? Exchanging omelette recipes?"She sighed at the window. Long and theatrical. "I always assumed dating a millionaire would have more perks."He turned to look at her. She turned at the same moment and he saw the mischief before she got her expression back under control."Four days," she said. "You made me cook eggs every single morning. You nearly set me on fire because you thought brandy would make a good ice-breaker. You terrorized Jimmy so b

POV: BRIGAILThe argument that followed was spectacular.She called him controlling. He called her reckless. She told him she wasn't going to trade one debt for another. He told her that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard and he had heard some truly ridiculous things. She told him she needed to do this herself. He said she needed to want to live more than she wanted answers."You are going to get yourself killed," he said."I'm already dead inside." She was looking at her hands when she said it and didn't see his face change."That's insane." His voice came out flat and stripped of the fight. "You have this one obsession and you are willing to follow your father into the ground for it. What happens if you find who did it? What then? You're going to look the man in the face and do what exactly?"Her hand came up without her deciding to let it.He caught her wrist before it landed. Not hard. Just stopped it.They stood there, both breathing fast."Is that your plan?" he ask

POV: BRIGAILThey started with Fiordilatte because it was the easier thing.She wouldn't take the head chef position. He argued. She held. They went back and forth for ten minutes before he agreed to let Marco choose a replacement for Selah from the existing line cooks. Brigail would be promoted to line cook. Actual merit. Her own work.She also asked him to reconsider Selah's termination.He said no with a finality that told her not to push that particular door. She let it go.They sealed it with a kiss that went long enough to require some effort to stop.They ordered pizza. Neither of them cooked. It arrived in a flat box and they ate it on her old couch, which Eli sat on with the expression of someone trying very hard not to say something about the upholstery.One slice left.She saw his hand move. She slapped it. Grabbed the slice first."Greedy," he said."You'd deprive your girlfriend of sustenance after a day like this?"He went still.She felt it a half-second too late."Girl

POV: ELIHe had checked his watch four times in the last twenty minutes.Marco had been talking about Palermo for most of that time and Eli had responded at what he hoped were appropriate intervals while Debbie Pelt, head of the Obsidian Ace's construction firm, angled her aggressively low neckline in his peripheral vision.He was not interested in Debbie's neckline. He had not been interested in any neckline that wasn't a specific one for the past several days and the realization was not entirely comfortable.He checked his watch again."Still 8:45," Marco said.Eli gave him a look. Marco smiled into his glass.He was mid-sip when something bumped his arm. Not hard. Just enough. He turned with the particular expression he reserved for people who invaded his space without invitation.She was looking up at him with a cocktail napkin already in hand, dabbing at his perfectly dry lapel with long, deliberate strokes."I'm so sorry, Mr. Michealson," she said, her voice all Southern honey a