I didn’t want the wine. Two flutes of champagne was enough for one evening. Plus, it was my night off, and I really just wanted to go to bed. But Mo was in one of her chatty moods, and we did have the place to ourselves since our other two roomies were out.

I took the goblet from her. “Help yourself.”

“Can you arrange an introduction?”

“I just met him.”

Then her eyes went wide. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?”

“He’s Reid Wolfe!”

“Well…yeah. I believe he introduced himself to you.”

“Reid Wolfe the billionaire!”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She mocked me. “Seriously? That’s what you have to say? Spill it, girl. How the hell did you end up getting Reid Wolfe to bring you home tonight?”

Long story. One I didn’t want to rehash now. So I said simply, “Right place at the right time, I guess.”

“What place would that be?” she demanded. “Because I plan to be there tomorrow.”

“I was over at the Wolfe Premiere.”

“What for? You hate gambling.”

“I had a…spa appointment.” A little white lie never hurt anyone.

“Whoa. Expensive stuff when you can hit Massage Avenue for fifty bucks.”

“I won a gift certificate in a contest.” Yeah, the white lies kept coming.

“Oh, that makes more sense. How was it?”

“Good. But no better than Massage Avenue. Definitely not worth the extra expense.”

“Really? I’ve heard their relaxation room is phenomenal. Aromatherapy, hydrotherapy, the works.”

Like I’d know. “Yeah, but not worth the extra, at least not on our income.”

She nodded, finally. Good. I wanted to get off this subject. I hated lying, but I couldn’t tell Mo why I was really at the Wolfe. No one knew my story here in Las Vegas. No one but the Wolfes.

I took a sip of wine and then feigned a yawn. “I’m exhausted. Think I’ll hit the sack.”

She giggled. “Nice try. Drink your wine, and tell me how I can get a stab at Reid Wolfe.”

“I hardly know the man.”

“Didn’t look that way to me. He carried you in here.”

“Because the heel on my shoe broke.”

“And that means you can’t walk, of course.”

“Well, my ankle’s slightly sore.”

“I’ve seen you do a show with an ankle twice the size of what you’ve got now.” Mo shook her head. “Not buying.”

I sighed. “Fine. He’s taking me to dinner tomorrow night after the late show. Why don’t you come along?”

“Dinner? Damn, you’re lucky.”

“I’m trying to help you get lucky.”

“Three’s a crowd, Zee.”

“It’s not a date. I just met the guy.”

“You just met Reid Wolfe, and now you’ve got a date with him. Damn.” She took a big drink of her wine. “You have all the luck!”

All the luck.