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“We sure are.”

He leaned away from the table and looked at Tito. “It’s going to be a long night, Teebow.”

Tito didn’t bother correcting him. He just smiled. “That’s what we came for.”

We stayed at the table for two hours, gambling like we were made of money. Mel made up for his week’s losses and thanked us when we left, giving me a one-hundred-dollar tip for my efforts.

Then, we ate as if calories didn’t exist.

Afterward, we danced in the nightclub like tomorrow would never come. The next morning, we had breakfast in bed, then went to see the sights of the strip. In all the excitement, seeing the sights, shopping, gambling, and eating, we never once took time to make love.

Despite that fact, I had the time of my life.

Depressed that we had to leave, but excited to continue our adventure together, I boarded the plane convinced that Tito was the answer to my dreams. It had nothing to do with money or lavish gifts, and everything to do with how being in his presence made me feel.

I went to work the next day wearing my new Louboutin sandals. Upon seeing me walk into the store, Raymond immediately recognized them.

His covered his mouth with his hands. His eyes darted to the shoes. He lowered his hands. “Tell me those Copte Passementeries are real.”

“If they’re not, I think Tito paid too much.”

He looked up, and then stole another quick glance of the pale-yellow flats. “He bought those for you?”

“Believe me,” I said with a sigh. “This wasn’t all be bought.”

He flipped his hair away from his eyes. “No?”

“Not at all. We went on a two-day get anything you want shopping spree in Las Vegas.”

“Oh. My God.” He gasped. “I love that man.”

I smiled. “That makes two of us.”