As she and Connor continued to get deeper into the conversation, they stopped in the table game section and watched some of the big time players gambl... for a while. As they chatted, Andee drew closer to her friend, occasionally touching his arm or shoulder while they talked, flirting was something she did extremely well. “Have you ever just put some money down for fun?” Connor asked in mid-conversation. “Not really … other than the occasional lottery ticket and other than the stuff I just. "Sir, I have a very important message from you. It's from yourson. From Ryan."There was a silence on the line. When the response eventually came, itwas not spoken, but spat. "You sick fuck!"All thought of how the conversation might go withered in the face of hisfather's vehemence. Weakly, he started to protest, but the older manoverrode him. "No, you listen to me! Whether you actually know him ornot, you should be ashamed of yourself. And if you do have the mischanceto be in touch with that. His bag with the bloody evidence was already being transferred from the dumpster to the dump truck as he walked back to the Tube station. He couldn't return to Paris through the Chunnel without clothes in his bag, else he would raise suspicions. With the most comfortable underwear in the civilized world in his bag, Hunter went home.Just after midnight, Paris time, Hunter sat in his brother's family room. He had shown up with two bottles of good French brandy. Usually Hunter would have spent the. “You look cuter in skirts.”My cheeks warmed.“And your mother feels that women should dress in feminine ways. I also edited your mother to be more accepting,” he said. “I wouldn’t say you hated each other, but you two were always butting heads.”“And Becky?”“You two both had crushes on me,” he said. “You both loved me, and you knew the other one did. You two were jealous of each other. It was causing friction.” He paused. “Isn’t it better that you two enjoy sharing me? That we’re all a family.”I.