“I can handle whatever you throw my way. I could drink you under the table if necessary.”
His reaction to her boast was another healthy chuckle. She noticed straight white teeth, and mentally listed them under fit body, nice nose and clear complexion. Okay, so she’d noticed his nice skin, along with a pair of soul-deep brown eyes.
“We’ll have to settle that one of these nights. See who can outlast who.”
“Then you plan on taking me to Le Mystère?”
“Oui. There was never any doubt.”
Okay, this was the way it was going to work. She’d go with him, get Mama and leave two minutes later.
Casmir started to stand. “Let’s go.”
“After I meet Parnel downstairs.”
She sat back down. “What if you don’t win? I don’t think we should jeopardize Mama’s safety for ego’s sake, do you?”
“Lazie won’t let anything happen to Ruza.” He reached for a bottle of vodka and began to mix her a drink. At least she suspected it was hers. He’d said he needed a beer.
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