Todos los capítulos de Deuces Wild: The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

POV: BRIGAILShe pulled the blackout curtains open at seven and the suite flooded with morning light.Eli made a sound like a man being personally wronged by the sun and reached for the pillow beside him. She was already on her knees on the carpet, freshly showered, hair still damp, wearing the white eyelet sundress Pam had sent up."Up," she said, running her fingers through his wrecked hair. "Teeth. Shower. In that order.""Come back to bed.""No."His arm shot out and caught her waist. She shrieked as he hauled her across the mattress and pinned her under him with the efficiency of someone who had been planning that since he woke up."New plan," he said, hooking a finger under her dress strap. "We close the curtains. Pretend it's still last night."She swatted his hand away and pushed at his chest. He didn't move much but he let her push. They wrestled for a few seconds, all elbows and laughter, until she got a knee between them and ended up sitting on top of him, which was not the

POV: ELIHe drove past her building twice.The first time he talked himself out of it before he reached the lamp post outside her window. The second time he parked, cut the engine, and sat there for four minutes watching the light in her living room until he felt sufficiently pathetic and drove back to the Obsidian Ace.He found Pam in the high roller's lounge, tallying the night's numbers."Tony?" she asked without looking up."He'll look into the Rat. I want to know how Edgington got someone into High Desert that fast." He waved off the concierge who appeared with his usual drink. He needed a clear head in the morning. "I need you to talk to Brigail."Pam looked up."About moving in here. She'd have her own room. It's practical. She's working with Jimmy, it makes sense for her to be on-site."Pam set down her tablet with the specific care of someone choosing their words. "You have guards across her street.""The building has no doorman.""And this is about practicality.""Yes.""The

POV: BRIGAILShe was three hours into the surveillance shift when her phone buzzed.Jerry.She stepped into the hallway and pressed the phone to her ear."What did you do," she said."It just happened," Jerry said. "I wasn't thinking.""Damn straight you weren't. Because if you were thinking, you would not have put your""Sook." His voice dropped. The flippancy was gone. "Can you please not be Gran Brigail right now? I need my sister."She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall."Tell me," she said."The Sheriff's daughter. Michele. She's pregnant." A pause. "They're asking me to marry her before she starts to show. Sheriff Dearborn made the request with a shotgun.""A shotgun wedding. Because we live in the South they had to go and do the most cliché possible thing.""The gun looked pretty serious.""What about Dawn."Silence on the line. When Jerry spoke again his voice had changed. "She left. Packed her bags when word got out. I didn't even get to say goodbye."Brigail turned

POV: ELIHe arrived forty minutes late.Nora was on her third drink by the time he slid into the booth across from her. Her chignon was slightly undone and her eyes had that particular quality that told him she had been rehearsing whatever she planned to say.He put the white envelope on the table between them."You're late," she said."You're drunk.""I've been sitting at the bar for over an hour because they wouldn't seat me without you."He caught the maitre d's eye. "Two espressos. Strong ones."Nora's nails tapped the tablecloth. She was trying to look composed and mostly failing."So," she said, after a moment. "Done slumming it with the cook?"He looked at her.She fought a shiver. He watched her do it and said nothing.The espressos arrived. She picked hers up with both hands and drank it in one swallow, which told him more about her state than anything else had.He pushed the envelope across the table."One-way ticket to London. Departing McCarran in ninety minutes." He kept

POV: BRIGAILShe had been in Vegas long enough to know that the city had two speeds: predatory and electric.The past two weeks had been neither.They had been something she didn't have a word for, so she stopped trying to find one.Eli's go-bag appeared in her apartment on day three. Electric toothbrush. Two changes of clothes. A rotating selection of plaid shirts that cost more than her monthly rent, which she had discovered by accident when she looked at one of the tags before he hid them all.His ties hung from the back of her bedroom door. She picked one for him every morning. He pretended to evaluate her choices with enormous skepticism. He wore every single one she picked without arguing.She tried to evade Holly at Fiordilatte. It never worked. Holly, newly promoted to head chef, had developed an almost supernatural ability to corner Brigail in the walk-in cooler and extract information through sheer persistence."The hickey on your collarbone says you had a productive weekend