She pouted and her little drunk friend was back to clawing up my body.
“I bet you have a big dick!” she shouted.
I pushed her away. “You’ll never find out, darlin’.”
Her smile faded, and she attempted to put her hands on her hips. “Why…why not? You think you’re too good for us, cowboy?”
“First off, you’re so drunk you can’t stand straight, and secondly, I’m not interested in a hook-up with someone who won’t remember my name in the morning.”
Her eyes slid over to Dustin who was also attempting to ditch the chick who was talking dirty to him.
“Listen, ladies, as much fun as a big ol’ orgy sounds, we’re not interested. We just got here, and we want to get a little gambling in,” Cord said.
The blonde pushed Cord back as hard as she could, and it only made her stumble. Cord grabbed her while Tom went in search of security.
We finally got the four girls away from us and left them with the security guys, and made our way back into the casino.
Tom slapped Cord’s back as we sat down at a blackjack table. “Jesus Christ. I like pussy, don’t get me wrong, but those girls were crazy drunk! One grabbed my dick, and I swear to God, she wanted to rip it off my body. Can you imagine getting a hand job from her?”
We laughed and placed our bets. It didn’t take long before Dustin and Tom wondered off to another table.
The cocktail waitress set my Bud Light in front of me. The second it hit my lips, Cord asked, “How are things going with the dance studio? Waylynn’s not giving you too much trouble, is she?”
I paused before taking a drink. “Things are good, and no, she isn’t giving me any trouble.”
He nodded. “Good.”
He flipped a chip back and forth between his fingers.
“What’s really on your mind, Cord?”
He let out a chuckle. “I need you to find something out for me.”
“You asking me to spy on your sister?”
He shrugged. “I guess. If you want to look at it like that.”
“I’m not spying on Waylynn. You want to know something, ask her.”
“I’ve tried. She’s hung up on someone and won’t admit it. I can tell she likes the guy.”
My heart froze. “What makes you think that?”
He turned and looked at me. “She’s my sister. I see it in her eyes, and she seems miserable. There’s a reason she’s pushing this guy away, and I want to know what that reason is because I’m not buying her excuses.”
I cleared my throat before speaking. “You ever think it might be her business?”
His brows rose. “My family is my business. I want to know if this guy used her for a quick fuck and moved on. So I can kill him.”
Dragging my eyes away from his, I stared at the dealer and tapped the table after looking at my cards.
“I don’t think your sister is the type of woman to let some guy use her like that.”
He didn’t respond at first. “No, neither do I. But she’s tight-lipped. The only thing she told me was that there was an age difference, and she didn’t think he was the white picket fence type of guy. If he’s anything like that asshole she married, I’m stepping in.”
“Well, I respect your sister, Cord, and I’m working for her. I won’t be your spy.” The dealer swept up our losing cards.
Cord sighed. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty shitty to ask you.” He turned and faced me. He let his gaze linger before he asked, “Do you know who it is?”
Fuck. Just come clean with him. Tell him the truth.
Forcing a smile, I shook my head when I remembered Waylynn making me promise not to tell anyone. “Nah, I don’t know who it is.”
“Another round of cards, gentleman?” the dealer asked.
Cord grinned. “Let’s hit the Craps table. I’m feeling lucky.”
I let out the breath I had been holding. Standing to follow my best friend, I pushed down the bile that was sitting at the base of my throat. I hated lying to him, but if I was going to try to make this work with Waylynn, I needed to at least have a shot before Cord put my ass in the hospital.
* * *
By the time we got back to our rooms, it was three in the morning and I was exhausted. I tried calling Waylynn three times, and my text asking her to call me went ignored.
After a quick shower to get the smell of smoke and alcohol off of me, I made my way to the king-size bed. Dustin, Tom, and Cord had each picked up a girl and had taken them back to their rooms. The last thing I was interested in right now was a mindless hook-up. I’d never been the type of guy who cared about that anyway.