I said. “What?” I touched his arm, stopped him so I could give him a long, frank look. “I’m gonna want some payback is all.” I grinned. “And with me, you know payback will be a bitch.” He threw back his head and barked out a laugh that sounded ferocious and relieved at the same time. “I have no doubt about that. So, do you have any first requests?” “Actually, yeah, I do. Could you clear something up for me?” “I can try.” “Just how many gold mines did you win playing poker?” Minor lift of the eyebrow. “Have you been gossiping with the office staff again?” “Just answer the question, mister.” “One. I bought the other two about ten years later.” “Oh.” I thought a minute. “You’re definitely the only person I’ve ever known who owns three gold mines.” “Would you like to visit them with me someday?” I think my toes are actually curling at the possibilities that question raises . “Yeah, I guess I would.” His eyes lit. “Did you just agree to go on a vacation with me?”
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