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bodyguard?”
    “I’d like to get this done in a morning,” he said dryly.
    Tamlyn made her way over to the cage, changed five hundred dollars for a stack of twenties. She ignored Martin’s narrowed eyes and headed over to the slot machines. Picking one at random, she glanced across the room, seeing Blue Suit, though no longer in his blue suit, leaning against another bank of slot machines, his gaze fixed on her. He really was a creep.
    She turned back to the machine in front of her; unable to shift the feeling he was watching her. It seemed everywhere that she went, he went too.
    Now you’re being stupid, Tam. He’s not following you. You’re both staying in the same hotel. You’re bound to bump into him .
    “Tamlyn.” Martin’s voice jerked her out of her thoughts.
    She wrinkled her nose at the amused expression on his face. “What?”
    “Insert a bill and pull,” he told her.
    The dials spun and land on three different images. She glanced at the pile of twenties in her hand. Martin was right. This could take some time.
     
     
     
     
     

5
     
    Martin leaned against the wall, a combination of boredom and amusement filling him as Tamlyn made her final pull. He shifted his weight, hoping they could go now. He’d noticed the close attention the Brit, Daniel Haynes, was paying her. She constantly referred to him as Blue Suit; even though his suit was brown today. He was still waiting for the report on the guy to come back. Until then he’d make sure he kept Tamlyn safe.
    Tamlyn smiled. “That was fun.”
    He shook his head. “You lost almost all your money.”
    She shrugged. “There’s plenty more where that came from. What shall we play next?”
    “How about we don’t play anything? We leave here, go to the next casino on your list, and get another chip for your collection?”
    “You’re a spoilsport, but OK.” Tamlyn shoved her hand into her pocket. “You suppose it’s still raining outside?”
    “I have no idea.” Martin headed across the room towards the exit.
    Tamlyn stayed by his side. “Isn’t thirty-five a little young to be retiring?”
    He grimaced. She wasn’t going to drop it, was she? “I have my reasons for quitting the force, but it’s not open for discussion.”
    “What will you do instead?”
    “I have no idea. Now, please, drop it.” He knew God had a plan for his life, and was hoping that at some point God would share that plan with him. Until then, he was taking his decision on faith that it was the right one.
    Tamlyn shot him a smile. “Sure, consider it dropped.”
    He nodded. Not for the first time he wondered about Tamlyn and faith. She had no objections to him saying grace and she wore a cross. He’d also noticed that she didn’t swear no matter how upset or angry she got. “What about you?”
    “Me?”
    “Yeah, what do you do?”
    She shrugged. “Not allowed to do anything. Like I said, I read a lot.”
    They reached the street. Rain poured down, bouncing off the pavement. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared after it. “Maybe we should stay here and go back in the casino.” Tamlyn shot him a begging smile. “Do you know how to play the spinny one?”
    “Spinny one?” He didn’t bother to hide his amusement.
    “They toss the ball into the spinner, and if it stops on your number, you win.”
    “If you mean roulette, then, yes, I do.”
    “Would you teach me? I promise I won’t spend that much.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Judging by your earlier comment I doubt it.”
    Tamlyn looked at him, doing a fairly good impression of puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please, Martin, with sugar and cherries on the top?”
    He arched an eyebrow. His sister, Peggy, used to do that all the time to get her own way, but for some odd reason when Tamlyn did it his heart pounded. He inhaled deeply, choosing to concentrate on the annoying way Tamlyn was determined to go against his wishes. “Pretty please, with sugar and cherries on the top? Are you six or