where they’d been. So she’d been trying to figure out what his issues were, and had come up with the thought that maybe he had problems in bed he wasn’t admitting too. Like he was too quick or had ED. She’d heard around, talking to other women, that men didn’t like owning up to it, and she had evidence of both of them with him.
“But he’s doing her ; that means all those excuses I was making are crazy.” She practically growled her realization, and her Zeb Daze pretty much vanished. “Why?” she wailed, with tears starting in her eyes that further startled her.
Then she heard footsteps and she quickly lifted her fingers, trying to wipe her tears away.
“Carly, are you all right?”
It was Sam Blackfoot, and he was one fine-looking Indian—and Vincent’s second in charge at Redrock casino.
She knew him to say hello, of course, but she didn’t really know him to answer his question, as he stood looking her over with concern in his black eyes. He was a big, muscular man, with nothing soft on him but the long ponytail of hair he wore tied and falling past his shoulder blades. His gaze pretty much halted on her breasts.
Yeah, well, he’d only ever seen her dressed for work mostly, and never dolled up for an outdoor festival where she’d really gone overboard leaving her house. She’d been trying to get her husband’s attention by the way she’d dressed—been trying to get him to perk up and go with her, but it hadn’t worked.
Lord help her, because instead of answering Sam she just started to cry, and amazed herself by falling against Sam’s chest to sob.
At least he didn’t push her away.
An hour later, Carly stood in the best suite the casino hotel had, and she’d just downed another vodka from the minibar, while watching Sam tap his phone to cut a call.
“Vincent needs some information on this, Carly,” Sam stated flatly.
He’d been very nice to her, letting her cry on him, holding her tight while she did it, then not asking any more questions when she said she needed a room. It looked like no-question time was over. She wasn’t surprised she was willing to do just about anything to keep Vincent from knowing her marriage was on the rocks. Again.
First off, if Vincent knew, then Cabe would know, and Cabe could not know about this. Not when he was freshly in love with a new woman. No. Cabe could not know, and Cabe worked with them at WTSF. Second, Vincent was just starting his new married life with his lady Tess, and Carly was not bringing more destroyed-marriage stuff around their new happiness. However, she knew the best way to find out what Rick was up to was Vincent, Cabe, and the people at WTSF.
But she just couldn’t go that route.
“What did you tell him?” she asked in a whisper without answering his implied question. She’d been too upset at the time to notice what he’d said on the phone.
“I left out the security footage I saw with a large biker making out with you hot and heavy by his bike, then halfway to the door, and then at the back door.” Sam said all of it without negative accusation, but still with a lot of some kind of emotion in his voice.
Carly gulped, and she knew she looked scared.
He sighed. “I’m not telling him either. You get to tell me what you want him to know.”
Wow.
Her heart squeezed.
“I look so guilty,” she whispered.
“True,” he admitted—it was harsh, but not said harshly. “But I know what kind of woman you are,” he stated, surprising her. “I’ll take faith on that.”
“Thank you,” she said, with tears starting in her eyes.
His gaze grew intense, and he walked toward her to put his arm across her shoulder with a squeeze. “Babe,” he uttered.
It was like he was giving her his back, no matter what, and she hadn’t known to find that in him. “I just have to figure stuff out,” she said. Then she added, and maybe it would tell him all of it, “I’ll need the room for a few days.”
His hand came up and