Chapter 3

Lucky shook his head with a disapproving look. “That’s not very polite language to use in front of a lady.”

Stella gave the table a waggle of her fingers. “He means me.”

“I think they know that, Stella,” Shane murmured.

“Yes, but do you?” She leaned so close, her mouth hovered just in front of his. “You’re always polite, Shane. I’ll bet you even say please when you’re in bed.”

“You’re making Shane blush.” Lucky shot her a reproving look. “How can he be all official and professional when you make him blush?”

“I thought we wanted him to play. He can’t be all official and professional if he’s going to play.”

“Well, I don’t like when he’s all official and professional, anyway.” Lucky shuffled the cards again and arched his brow. “So, what’s it going to be? I’m itching to play.”

There was going to be no reasoning with Lucky in this state. Shane wasn’t entirely sure he was going to be able to even get him out of the room. Which meant he had only one other option.