She sat back, her brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?”
“You’re so much like my mother, or the way my mother was. She died when I was young. I never realized how much I missed talking to her until now.”
Her eyes misted. “I’m sorry to hear about your mother. And no, we don’t have kids. William and I weren’t able to have any. With our work schedules, it probably worked out for the best. About next weekend though, what are you going to do?”
The game came to a close and the men stood. Squeezing her hand, I looked into her eyes and said, “Don’t worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.”
Jason walked over and I caught a glimpse at the large bills he just stashed in his pocket. “You ready to go?” I nodded and took his arm. “Diane, it was a pleasure seeing you again,” he said.
“Likewise.” Then Diane focused on me. “I’d like you to consider my offer. How about next Monday we go shopping and I can give you a taste of what it is I do?”
“I’d like that.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. I can pick you up at the hotel late morning. I’ll give you a call Sunday to confirm.”
More like confirm I was still alive. She knew something and I was going to make sure I figured out what it was. “I’ll see you then.”
She nodded at Jason and then glanced at me one more time before she took off toward Will.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he murmured in my ear.
“You have no idea.”
“Thank God, we’re back,” I stated, kicking my high heels off.
“No shit. Tonight was hard as hell. Having to listen to those cocksuckers talk about you made me so goddamned pissed I couldn’t see straight. And we’ll be right back into the thick of things this weekend.”
“Isn’t that what we’ve planned since the beginning?”
Sighing, he ran his hands over his face. “Yeah, but I’ve grown to care about you and it fucking blows. We need to talk about what we’re going to do . . . what you’re going to do.”
“That’s great and all, but I need to get out of this dress before I do anything else.”
His eyes grew dark and heated as I walked toward the room, giving him my backside. I loved that I could get a reaction out of him. But what did it really matter? Any girl would turn his head.
Once in my room, I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, making sure to put on my sexy bra since I couldn’t wear it with my dress. When I got out of the room, Jason was in the living room with a deck of cards laid out in front of him on the coffee table. His button down shirt was halfway undone, showing the tattoos on his chest, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Diane was right when she called him sex on a stick. “What are you doing?”
“We are going to play cards, after you tell me about your conversation with Diane.”
“Cards, huh?”
He glanced up, smirking. “It’s a game I just invented. What I’m going to do is lay down a card in front of you and one in front of me. Whoever has the highest card gets to ask the other a question. It’s called Draw of Truth.”
“And you came up with this just now?”
“Yep, now have a seat so we can play. Unless you’re scared.”
Rolling my eyes, I sat down across from him. “Please,” I scoffed. He set the cards on the table and gave me his full, undivided attention. “I think Diane knows something. She basically warned me not to go to Drake’s this weekend. She even said I could work for her if I needed money.”
He rubbed his chin. “Interesting. Anything else?”
“She also confessed to her sister being Madame Chatfield.”
“Holy shit.”
“That’s what I thought too. She obviously doesn’t have anything to hide, but there’s still something I’m missing. She’s really worried about me.”