Reckless Chance (Love Over Murder #3)
1. Sean
SEAN
S he’s coming back. That’s unexpected.
I lean backward in my leather chair and close my eyes, reliving memories of our one weekend together—pressing my weight against her, tugging on her long, coppery-brown hair, nibbling on her red-hot lips … and, so help me, hearing her moans.
When she focused on my pleasure and had me screaming her name the first time, Lowri smacked my ass. She followed that with a sassy explanation. She may be a lawyer, but it’s not Law -ree . It’s Low -ree. Names deserve respect. I won’t make that mistake again.
Her spunkiness is sexy as hell though.
Passion, smarts, and a little attitude—all wrapped in a picture-perfect package. I’m about to lose it remembering how that feisty woman fired me up.
A mischief-filled grin washes over my face as ideas swirl in my head, and a rising need grows elsewhere. If I have my way, she’ll be rocking my bed again very soon.
It doesn’t matter that we agreed there would be no repeats. We can change our minds. We’re adults. Why not make the most of the nights she’s here in Vegas?
What harm can it do? Neither of us believes in commitments. It’s not as if walking away from each other again will be hard.
Enough of that. There’s no time for such distractions at work. I shouldn’t have let the news she’s on her way sidetrack me. That’s not the reason Evan called. I sit up, straighten my cuffs under my suit jacket, and hit play again.
Sean, mate, this is Evan. Sorry I missed you, but hopefully, this message will work.
I need your help throwing a party for Cassandra.
I’m coming to Las Vegas while she’s your guest chef at Pinot & Pie.
Her best friend, Lowri, is on her way to the Grand Athena to help with the celebration.
Cassandra and I will see you in three days.
I’ll send an email with the details for the party. Thanks for your help, mate.
Shaking my head, I’m puzzled at how Cassandra, or Cassie as I know her, upended my best friend’s life so quickly.
Evan, a confirmed bachelor and spare prince of Catalinius, turned into a lovesick puppy after meeting her at the Grand Athena about five months ago.
But no worries, if he wants to throw a party for her at my hotel, I’ll make sure it’s spectacular. That’s what best friends do.
Besides, Evan isn’t the only one whose life drastically changed overnight due to unexpected events.
Mine was turned upside down two years ago when my father collapsed on the casino floor.
He never made it to the hospital. In that moment, I became the owner of the Grand Athena, one of the most luxurious hotels and casinos on the Las Vegas strip.
My father trained me for this life, but I never expected to lose him and take over the family business in my early thirties.
Now at thirty-five, as one of the most powerful men in Las Vegas, I’m a target. Everyone wants something from me, particularly women. But I won’t make Evan’s mistake of falling for one. Nope. I’m keeping my love life simple.
No commitments. No regrets. Only fun.