“Let her go. She doesn’t need you hovering or shoving this type of thing in her face. You could at least be a little discreet, you know. You two might not be in love or anything, but seeing this, it still does its own kind of damage,” she schooled him. I didn’t stay within earshot long enough to hear anything else.

Suddenly, my night of people watching on the Vegas strip seemed silly and I wished I’d stayed locked away in my penthouse suite after all. Maybe that was meant to by my tower, my gilded cage, if you will.

“Don’t suppose you’d want to try your luck, be my charm for a few moments?” A man’s voice called out from just beside me as I passed a table where dice seemed to be the focus of the game. I thought it might have been a craps table, but again, not a gambler or remotely familiar with any aspect of it, so there was room for doubt.

“Me?” I asked as the man continued to stare. He had to be at least mid-thirties, and from the look of things, he was also well-off. He wore his suit, it didn’t wear him, like some of the men around the table. That meant it was tailored to perfection, and the body underneath couldn’t have been too damn bad either, judging by the way his suit accentuated all his best assets.

“Of course, you, little darlin’.” Okay, I could do without the ‘little darlin’ aspect of his overture, but his accent seemed to make it sound more genuine than put upon. I moved closer, curiosity getting the better of me. Despite what people who weren’t from the southern United States thought, not all country accents were the same. My Georgia, southern girl twang was entirely different from this guy’s drawl, which sounded like maybe Texan.

“What would a good luck charm have to do?”

He grinned down at me and then took my hand, as he gently tugged me closer. “Just stand here and look like the gorgeous little spinner you are,” he whispered in my ear. Spinner? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was I supposed to spin something? I glanced at the table, looking for a wheel – ala the Game of Life – because I’m still just a child, apparently. Nope. Nothing like it. There were chips everywhere, dice, and a hook that the man in charge of the table used to scoop the dice back up. He handed them to the man who asked me to be his lucky charm.

That man then held the dice out in front of him and made one, simple request. “Blow.”

So, I gently blew a quick breath across the dice and watched as he slung them down the table where they bounced off the end and rolled to a stop. Cheers rang out and the man’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. “I knew you’d be good luck,” he insisted as the person working the table added to the pile of chips sitting in front of the man.