Chapter 27

He swallowed against the sandpaper of his throat. “Where do you think you’ll want to live? I don’t think another casino is a good choice. It’ll look funny with me still working here.”

“No, we don’t need to choose another casino,” Lucky answered conversationally, as though his wife wasn’t driving Shane to distraction. “A condo in a nice neighborhood would be good. One with a large television. We’ve been meaning to get one of those.”

“I want something with a yard,” Stella added. “Or a garden.” She cupped the side of Shane’s face, her fingers light against his jaw. She applied gentle pressure, forcing him to turn his head. Just an inch. But an inch was enough. Her lips brushed against the corner of his mouth when she spoke. “We can help you look for one.”