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The cowboy moved a pace closer to Hannah and set his hand on her shoulder.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think the bastard was going to lean down and kiss her.

But before his lips got anywhere near hers, I’d fly off this fucking stool and demolish his mouth.

“Wouldn’t you agree with me, Jenner?”

“Yes,” Jenner said, laughing. “I’m in full agreement.”

I turned toward the guys. “What are you talking about?”

Walter lifted his tumbler off the table and held it against his chest. “You.”

“What about me?”

Walter laughed. “Kids these days. They think us old folks are so out of the loop, except we see everything.” He nodded toward Jenner. “That one was no different, you know. He thought I was clueless, thought I had no idea what was happening between him and my daughter.”

Jenner sighed. “Turns out, what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, especially if you’re sleeping in one of Walter’s hotels.” He smiled. “But, you know, us kids—as you call us—aren’t so blind either, Walter.”

Walter’