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screams. They were drawing quite a bit of attention, people stopping to watch who weren’t even placing bets—although some of them were getting in on the game. They were at the most crowded craps table in the place.
     
    “Well goddamn.” Mr. Martini swore under his breath as the dealer placed a whole stack of chips in front of the bet he’d placed on the eight.
     
    “I’m lucky at dice,” she said, almost apologizing. “I guess a girl’s got to be lucky at something.”
     
    “That’s quite lucky.” He chuckled, sliding the chips toward him. “You just won me forty-five thousand dollars. And that was just on the hard way bet.”
     
    Jodie couldn’t breathe. She gaped at him.
     
    “I think a shooter deserves a tip for that!” Kimber remarked boldly. “Don’t you, Mr. Cole?”
     
    Jodie blinked at her, confused, until she realized Kimber was talking to Mr. Martini. Did she know him? How? All of the bachelorette party girls were watching with interest. The triplets were practically drooling. Lauren couldn’t keep from grinning, making Jodie remember that surprising kiss from the man beside her.
     
    “I do indeed.” Mr. Martini—who was apparently Mr. Cole?—called for change and tipped the stick man and the dealers and then slid a thousand dollar chip in front of Jodie. The forty-five thousand he’d won on the hard bet he pushed onto the “pass” line.
     
    “Oh, no…” Jodie shook her head, pushing the thousand-dollar chip back toward him. “I can’t.”
     
    “Bet it then.” He nodded toward the table. “You’re the lucky roller, right?”
     
    “Oh, I still roll?”
     
    “You roll until you crap out,” Kimber explained. “This time you want to roll for a seven or an eleven again.”
     
    “Seven and eleven are good again?” Jodie wrinkled her nose in confusion. “This game is so complicated!”
     
    A phone rang and Jodie rolled her eyes, sure it was Jason, but the man beside her dug into his trouser pocket, pulling out his phone.
     
    “I need to take this. Hold my place?” he asked the stick man who gave him an assenting nod. Then the man Kimber had called Mr. Cole dipped his head to murmur in Jodie’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”
     
    “What the hell?” Kimber exclaimed as he stepped away from the table, gripping Jodie’s upper arm so hard it hurt. “Don’t you know who that is?”
     
    Jodie shook her head but Kimber rushed on.
     
    “That’s Dorian Cole! He was Forbes’s number two most eligible billionaire bachelor last year!”
     
    “Number Two?” Jodie smirked, glancing over her shoulder at the man talking on the phone just a few feet away. “Who was number one?”
     
    “Some prince who lives in Germany.” Kimber waved her question away. “I only paid attention to the ones who I had a shot with.”
     
    “Right, like you had a shot with Dorian Cole?” Lauren interrupted. Kimber stuck her tongue out at her.
     
    “What does he do?” Lauren asked, leaning in, eyes bright. She was the only one who knew that Jodie and Jason weren’t an item anymore. The only one who knew that Jodie and this very rich billionaire had unexpectedly shared a very intimate moment recently.
     
    “He’s some sort of entrepreneur. He invests in inventions I think.”
     
    “Well he sure seems to like Jodie,” Lauren remarked.
     
    “He’s a player.” Kimber slanted her eyes, glancing back at him. “You better be careful. I don’t want to have to explain anything to Jason when we get home!”
     
    “You won’t have to.” Jodie stood up straighter as the stick man called for last bets. “Jason cheated on me. We broke up.”
     
    “What?” Kimber gaped at her but couldn’t ask any more because Dorian Cole had returned to the table, phone back in his pocket, making another bet on the “pass” line as the stick man slid the dice toward Jodie.
     
    “Come out roll!” The stickman was careful to push them close this time and Jodie picked them up. Looking