My foot touches the floor just as I catch the flick of the dealer's eyes toward someone behind me. A heartbeat later, a hand firmly cups my elbow and I know I am busted.Rule number 1 -- The House always wins.Rule number 2 -- If the House isn't winning, you must be cheating.The house is losing and, sure enough, I am cheating. Only getting caught this time means more than a trip to jail -- it means a dead sister."Miss Lafayette, that was quite a streak of luck." His grip tightening, my captor slowly draws me the rest of the way off the stool. "Genuinely stirring to watch."With the mystery man knowing my name, I have zero chance of convincing him luck has anything to do with it. Still, I have to try -- Rose is counting on me.Forcing a smile, I turn to look at him.Damn!I suck a breath in, wondering why a Vegas casino would hire a male runway model to work security. The man holding my arm falls somewhere between smoldering hot and achingly beautiful. Unable to stop myself, I drink in the thick black hair and dark chocolate eyes.
