Did Mo have any idea how ridiculous her words sounded to me?

All the luck.

I’d been hunted. Then I spent the next several years on drugs, trying to deal with what had happened to me. Finally, I got off the drugs and found the strength to confront Derek Wolfe about what he’d done. That led to the settlement. He paid me off, and I let him.

Then I came to Las Vegas and changed my name. I wasn’t qualified to do anything, so I put those years of dancing classes to good use. Turned out I fit the bill for a showgirl. I was tall, well-built, and strong. The head pieces we wore often weighed twenty pounds or more. The modeling classes helped as well. My posture was outstanding. After two months, I got a job in a revue.

I supposed I was lucky in that respect. I found work. I’d used most of my settlement money then to finance my move to a new city. In retrospect, I should have demanded more. I had a ton of debt from rehab, and a big chunk of that settlement went to pay it off.

And lucky…

In one big respect I was lucky.

Lucky to be alive.

Those other girls…

They weren’t so lucky. I never saw any of them again.

“Earth to Zee.” Mo waved her hands in front of my face.

“Yeah, what?”

“You went catatonic there for a minute. You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking. You’re right, Mo. I am lucky, in some ways.”

“Try all ways, girl. You’ve got a face and body to die for, and you’re dating a Wolfe.”

“I’m not dating a Wolfe. And not in all ways.”

She scoffed. “I suppose no one is lucky in all ways.”

“True story,” I agreed. If she only knew.

“So…about dinner tomorrow. You sure I won’t be a third wheel?”

“Absolutely not. I want you to come.”

No truer words. Reid Wolfe scared me senseless.

I was scared of what he wanted from me.

And even more scared that I kind of wanted it as well.

8

Reid

Charlie’s eyes went wide. Roy’s didn’t.

My brother knew me pretty well.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” he asked.

“The lady’s passed out,” I retorted. “I’m taking her to bed.”

“Clearly.” My brother smirked.

I let out a huff. Did my brother seriously think I’d take an unconscious woman to bed? What the fuck?

“Isn’t this supposed to be your wedding night?” I asked.

“It is. We’re sharing a late dinner at Massey’s, and then—”

“Please,” I said, “spare me the details.” Especially since, at this point, I clearly wasn’t getting any tonight.

“Looks like you’ll be busy as well.” Roy nodded to Nieves.