Chapter 3

Todd slid between them and touched the brim of his hat with two fingers, giving it the slightest tip. “Tyler McCabe, ma’am. Luck ismy companion and gamblin’ ismy game.”

“Mr. McCabe, Heidi Larue.” Heidi held her hand out for Todd to shake. When he took her hand, kissed it, and bowed slightly, she pressed her other hand palm down on Todd’s chest and drew in a deep breath, smiling.

Nick groaned and crossed his arms over his chest. Looking at the porter moving a luggage rack, he said to the man, “Shoot me now. Please.”

The porter hooked his thumb under his black-and-red slave collar. How nice, it matches the décor, Nick thought. “I’m a slave like you. I’m sorry, but you know I can’t handle a weapon.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Nick pointed to a dark brown trunk. “That one there is full of guns; just crack it open, and I’ll get one and do it myself.”