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can see that.”

Chapter 7
    F reak Hunter didn’t leave the office until almost five. Lydia barely got the interrogatory responses signed, copied, and handed off to the clerk before he left on the nightly post office run.
    “How are things with Mr. Manning?” Tina said when she stopped by Lydia’s cubicle.
    “Oh, it’s great.”
    When Hunter first started coming around, the best friends compared notes. Both thought he was super hot. Both were surprised how bad they wanted him. Tina, with her big tits and massive cleavage, shamelessly strutted by Hunter at every opportunity. The fact that Lydia was the one he went for she was sure was a testament to the success of her recent physical makeover.
    “Must be nice,” Tina said. “I imagine you’re the first paralegal who gets to kick a partner out his office to bang one of his clients.”
    “I should do an article for
Paralegal Today
,” Lydia said. “’Developing Excellent Client Relations—the Next Level.’ Or, how about ’Bending Over Backwards to Meet Your Clients’ Needs.’”
    “Well, you’re certainly doing that,” Tina said and walked away.
    Jealous
bitch.
    Lydia checked her and Matt’s checking account online. As far as she could tell, the only money in the account was her most recent paycheck. Barely enough to cover her upcoming mortgage, utility bills, and car payment. She checked their Visa, MasterCard, and Amex accounts. No activity so far today, thank god.
    Her call to Matt went straight to voice mail.
    “What the
fuck
. Where is the money, man? I know you went to the bank this morning after the title company. Yes, that’s right, Hunter followed you, you piece of shit. You better be home tonight with some kind of an explanation. This isn’t one of your little games, dude, this is fucking serious shit. I mean it.”

Chapter 8
    B ack in his room after his spa treatments, Matt felt clean, refreshed, and classy. He finished the Patron and drank another can of beer. Put on a set of his new clothes and dined at the new Bimini Steakhouse. Drank two top shelf margaritas before ordering. Ordered crab cakes along with a bottle of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay.
    As he savored the wine, he looked into the casino. All he could see were lights and slots and tables and people rushing around. Had no idea where to find the elevators back to his room or even the door to the outside world. He loved that. Didn’t feel trapped or lost, he felt cozy and safe. He loved the sounds of dinging slots and music from the lounge and people’s laughter. Saw sexy women everywhere, and he took in every detail of each before they disappeared.
    He wished he could make this one night last forever.
    He was excited about playing in the poker room. He’d never actually played poker with other humans. When he went to the Indian casinos near Modesto. he played video poker, and he played with whatever scraps he could wrangle from the checking account, usually twenty or forty dollars. Sometimes, he managed to get several hundred or even a thousand dollars ahead, but he always lost, eventually. Either quickly or slowly.
    He once tried to play blackjack at a table, but the dealer was constantly correcting him for breaking little rules, like touching the wrong cards, or betting incorrectly or something. It was all too complicated and embarrassing. Craps? No way, he could
never
understand what
that
game was all about. But, he watched professional poker on TV all the time and was sure he could hold his own. It all depended on what cards he had, what position he was in the deal, and on what the other players were doing. He’d figure it out.
    He paid for his dinner along with a large tip and then leaned over in his booth and counted his money. He had $10,400 left. He put four hundred in twenties and hundreds in his wallet and five thousand in hundreds in the envelope. Put the envelope back in his pocket. That way, he could have money saved to give to Lydia for her operation. He figured