She uncrossed her legs, changed her mind, crossed them again. She fiddled with the strap of her yellow sundress. She glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. He was ten minutes late. Maybe she should go. The waif of a waitress stopped at her table. “Are you ready to order yet, ma’am?” Her stomach grumbled in response. She hadn’t eaten anything before getting on the plane. “Um, not yet, I’m waiting for someone.” The girl lifted her eyes toward the packed restaurant and gave her a tight smile. “Okay, I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” Aubrey bent her head and sipped her shake again, keeping her eyes focused on the entrance. Maybe she should bail. She’d gotten the call from him less than twenty-four hours before and had made the decision to come to Vegas without giving it enough thought. All she could think about during the phone call was the big fat opportunity.
