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Daisy

... else. His hand? It sparkled. A golden item moved between his fingers. Daisy tore her gaze away from his. The shiny thing broke the spell. She focused on it with a wildly beating heart. A coin?

Daisy’s gaze slowly climbed his frame as he drew near. The smile in his eyes carried a sensual flame now. It wasn’t as calculating as before. Aiden tugged on that invisible thread of attraction, the one she’d felt secretly from the moment he lifted his eyes to hers over the dice game. Pete! She looked to Pete to see if he noticed Aiden Keane’s effect on her, and her stomach soured to find that he did.

“He probably wants to say hi.” Daisy released a nervous chuckle. Aiden stopped before them. Daisy lowered her gaze to her wine. Was it hot in there? Or just her? She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Welcome to Shamrock,” their benefactor said.

“Thanks,” Daisy answered first. She shouldn’t have. Her voice came out hurried and girlish in pitch. Pete looked at her and she rolled her eyes, wanting to smack herself. She had to get it together. There was no reason for her to be flustered. Amusement flickered in Aiden’s half-smile. He sat without being invited. Daisy understood that her intimacies from earlier had opened this door.

“So this is your hotel?” Pete asked, drawing the stranger’s attention back to him. The spell was broken, and Daisy could breathe again. Pete frowned at her exhalation; he forced Daisy to scoot over.

“I’m Aiden Keane.”

“Hi!” Daisy said. She ...

... dropped her hand to Pete’s knee under the table and rubbed softly to cool his temper. He didn’t like the way the man kept staring at her, and worse was the way she stared back. She could feel it.

“I’m Pete. You met my fiancée, Daisy.”

“That I did,” Aiden smirked. “She has an eye for the dice.”

“She sure does, and I have an eye on her,” Pete said. He dropped his arm heavily around her shoulders. Daisy squirmed. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from telling him to let up. Pete must have sensed it: he tightened his hold and she stilled. She cut her eyes and saw the glare he fixed on Mr. Keane. Aiden Keane didn’t seem pressed to explain himself further or the reason for the dinner invitation. It was as if he waited for something. For what? The busboy arrived and cleaned away their plates. The sommelier refilled their glasses with the second $300 bottle of wine. All the while, no one spoke.

“So you the owner, huh?” Pete unclenched his mouth. “What you got some Howard Hughes complex? Giving away money and stuff.”

“Pete,” Daisy whispered, mortified. She cringed over the heavy dose of sarcasm in his voice. She was sure that Aiden did, too. Aiden’s penetrating stare shifted from Daisy to Pete. It hardened.

“Not quite. I own several casinos on the strip. I like to join in the fun every now and then.” They returned to Daisy and softened. “Looking for entertainment.”

Daisy couldn’t believe it. Was this man flirting with her in front of Pete? How old was he? ...