“Where’s my wife, anyway?” “Out shopping with…Penny.” I almost say, out with mine, but stop myself. Unfortunately, she’s not my wife. Yet. “I don’t like it when they hang out.” Now, I pin him with a blistering glare, annoyance twitching my fingers. “Why not?” “Because she’s teaching her things.” “Like?” “Like how to play blackjack. Rory’s good at it now.” He swigs from his whiskey glass, eyes darkening. “Tell me why I’m losing every hand we play? Something’s not right.” Tor and I exchange amused glances. Angelo rarely gambles, and probably doesn’t even know what card counting is. I don’t
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