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chips on the first number that sprang to mind.
    "Black twenty-eight?" Drew asked. "Why?"
    His arm draped around my shoulder, his breath tickled my ear. He gave the appearance of not giving a toss I'd just placed two thousand dollars onto one single number, making odds of winning any money at all pretty damn slim.
    "Black suits my mood," I admitted. "And I'm twenty-eight years old."
    There was a long, silent pause before he answered.
    "I know how old you are," he whispered as the croupier called for last bets. "But black you are not."
    "Should I have chosen red?" I asked automatically.
    "For fire. For passion. For the way you live your life."
    "Well, there's the problem," I murmured, as the wheel began to spin in a rainbow of red, black, brown and gold colours, the glint of green swishing past every now and then. "I'm not sure I want to be red anymore."
    The last was said under my breath and I was certain he hadn't heard it.
    The wheel slowed, the sound of the little ball jumping from slot to slot rang out. Everyone held their breath, except Drew. His was hot against my skin at the side of my neck, his index finger slowly running circles above my knee.
    The marble stopped on a red number. The croupier called out, "Red. Sixteen." A few moans, a couple of chuckles, but not one hoot of a winner's excited joy to be heard. I watched stunned as the hooked croupier stick hauled the yellow disks back towards the house pile.
    Two thousand dollars gone. Just like that.
    I turned to look at Drew prepared to apologise for losing all his money. A ridiculous thought to have. He'd insisted we play this stupid game and given me those bloody yellow chips. It was all his fault.
    But the breath and words were stuck in my throat when my eyes found his.
    Grey, the colour of doves' feathers. And a hunger that clawed at my soul.
    "Roulette didn't do it," he declared, voice low. "Time for plan B."
    I raised an eyebrow at him.
    "Plan B?"
    "I'm taking a chance, Kelly. All in. Odds aren't particularly in my favour right now, I think. But I have to know."
    Know what?
    He pulled me up from the table, with a curt nod at the croupier before we left, and hustled me off the casino floor. His arm wrapped around my waist, his steps quick but smooth.
    "What do you need to know, Drew?" I asked, scurrying to keep up.
    "Hmm?" he said distractedly, leading the way across the atrium floor, heading towards the Tower elevators. "What did you say?"
    He was doing this on purpose. He knew exactly what I'd said. I dug my heels in, bringing us to a halt a few feet from a private elevator, being held open patiently by a uniformed man.
    "Drew!"
    "Kelly," he replied with a smirk.
    "What do you have to know?"
    He flicked a glance at the uniformed elevator guy who nodded and slipped back inside the lift, still holding the door open. I was getting the feeling Drew had planned this. Probably while he sat watching me mope, alone at that table in the Red Hummingbird Bar.
    He stepped closer, his eyes holding mine prisoner where I stood. His arms snaked around my waist and he leaned in, lips hovering above my mouth. I could feel his breath; warm and inviting. I could sense his body; hot and enticing. I could smell his cologne; exotic and alluring.
    "I need to know if you're still in there," he whispered and I jerked.
    This was more intense than Drew ever got. More intimate than sex. This was peeling back the layers and he'd never attempted that before. All from watching me at that table, after Matt had left.
    "Wh..what?" I stammered.
    "Ever joined the mile high club?" he murmured softly.
    "The.. what?"
    "Can't arrange a flight plan at such short notice, but I can take you up the Sky Tower and watch you fly." Huh. "It's over three hundred metres to the tip, a couple of hundred to where we can go, that's no where near a mile high, but it's as close as I can get you tonight."
    Ah, mile high club. I stared at him, at a loss for words. But a familiar feeling was stirring inside. A stomach