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This week's word prompt is "crazy”. Today we are with Nic and Casey in the second book of the Fighting the Odds Series, The Bulldog. We'll be checking in this these two for the rest of December then heading back to Demeter.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Nic slowed his pace as they reached the rail of the observation deck away from the rest of the people. He let go of her then leaned against the railing.
Casey leaned against him as she took in the sight below. The distant mountains were a dark shadow in the twilight. The rainbow lights of Vegas spread out below them.
“This is beautiful,” she murmured as she hugged his arm.
She looked up to find him gazing at her instead of the city. “I’m glad you like it. Jed used to bring me up here all the time after Mom died. He used to let me scream my heartbreak over the city. He would let me go crazy. No one could hear me from up here over the ruckus of the amusement rides. It helped.”
“I’m sorry about your mother.”
He shrugged. “It was cancer. She’s not in pain anymore. I haven’t been here since I moved to Dallas but it’s the best view of the city.”
She cocked her head at him. “I noticed you didn’t pay. Should we expect security to throw us out, bad boy?”
He chuckled. “I’m flattered you think I’m some devious character but no. I sort of have a life time free pass here.”
“Wow, you must be one hell of a fighter to get carte blanche to a place like this.”
“More like got beaten down by the head of security for most of my life. Jace Whitman? That guy from the gym with the champion belt who hangs with my brother all the time? Head of security at the Stratosphere. And Jed’s best friend since high school. He’s been a big brother to me for years so I get some of the perks from being picked on. So I’m not so much of a bad boy. More like I have friends in high places.”
She ran her thumb across his lower lip. “Oh, I don’t know. You’re not like the guys I normally associate with.”
His breath hitched at her touch. “And what kind of men are those.”
“Business minded. Laser focused. Dedicated to a profit.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re downgrading.”
She caressed his cheek then dropped her hand to his chest. She trailed a finger across his shirt. She felt him stiffen at her touch. “I think I’m upgrading. There isn’t enough money in the world that compares to how you make me feel when you just look at me.”