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just call me a caveman?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and looked toward the casino. Maybe she was waiting for someone. Maybe it was longing for all that cash in there. Maybe she thought about calling over one of those bouncers. It gave me a chance to look at her. I let my eyes slide down her body. Perfect proportions. Voluptuous. And that attitude to boot. I was willing to bet all the money in my black duffel that she used her looks to her advantage.
     
    I could use someone like her, and not just as a lady to get horizontal with. She had balls bigger than mine, sassing a stranger like that, and she had a quick mind and a quicker tongue.
     
    “So you’re a counter, huh?” I asked. Her face sobered, eyes widening just a little. I’d hit home. Her hands finally unclenched and hung loosely by her sides. The anger had drained out of her body.
     
    “What’s it to you, asshole?” she asked. Man, I loved it when she called me names. I could just imagine getting so much dirtier behind closed doors.
     
    “I’ll make you a deal,” I said. I dropped the cigarette butt and ground it out with my heel.
     
    She leaned back, shifting her weight to one leg and crossing her arms over her chest. Her face had a chances-are-slim look on it, but she jutted her chin up in a half nod, ready to hear me out.
     
    “Let’s—you and me—work together. You do your thing, I’ll do mine, and we’ll split the winnings. When you have your fifty back, you can split and we’ll go our separate ways, no strings attached.”
     
    She raised her eyebrows.
     
    “You want me to share my winnings with you until I make the fifty? What if I make it all by myself, and then I get there twice as fast?”
     
    “But it will take you longer to get there. Come on, working together always turns out better. Besides, you have talent that will work with mine, and I have goals. Together, we can make it work.”
     
    “Talent,” she said. Her tone suggested she didn’t believe me. She was grating me. I liked it.
     
    “So you’re a hustler,” she said. Statement, not a question. I looked over her shoulder, irritated.
     
    “You know, I’ve always resented that term. Hustling is for kids. What I do is the real deal.”
     
    She snorted.
     
    “Right. I saw you real-dealing it in there.” She nodded toward the casino. Not my finest moment. If she could drop it, that would have been awesome.
     
    “Come on, Alexandra,” I said, not responding to her taunt.
     
    She narrowed her eyes at me.
     
    “Who’s dropping my name?” she asked.
     
    “Who says someone was talking about you? Who says I don’t just have my own contacts?”
     
    She shook her hair so it slipped over her shoulders. The stuff was thick and glossy, and it looked like it would feel like silk.
     
    “If you had your own contacts, you would know that I go by Alex, not Alexandra.”
     
    I smiled. She had me there.
     
    “Alright, Alex,” I said. “I’m talking money. Just come out to dinner with me, and I’ll tell you what I have in mind.”
     
    Again the eyes narrowed. Why had I just done that? But it was out there now, and I had to admit to myself that I wanted her to say yes, even though I wasn’t sure why I’d asked in the first place.
     
    “And you think this is going to work for me, being in a team with someone?”
     
    She worked alone. That made sense. I knew what it felt like, refusing to team up. But sometimes it was just better with two.
     
    “It’s just business. No pleasure, no funny business.”
     
    “So you say, but you just asked me out to dinner.”
     
    She had me again. I sighed, scrambling to find more answers. She was keeping me on my toes. I loved it. I hated it. She spoke before I found something else to say.
     
    “Tomorrow night, Cisco’s. I’ll be there at eight.”
     
    She turned quick enough that her hair spread out around her, and then she marched back inside. I couldn’t follow her. I didn’t need to. The view of her ass