Count On Love

by Melinda Curtis

• ISBN13: 9780373714483
• ISBN10: 0373714483
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-10-09
• Publisher: Harlequin

Excerpts

It was like some small-town parade back home. Men, children, women carrying babieseveryone was smiling and singing as they passed the young American soldiers on a pitted street in Baghdad.Trying to find relief in the shade of the awning above the bank entrance, Sam found himself humming along to their tune. Anything to distract himself from the oppressive heat."Gun! Shooter!" It was Vince. Clearly panicked. Sam lifted his M16 andSat bolt upright in bed. In Las Vegas. Drenched in sweat.He peeled off his T-shirt as his cell phone rang. Sam checked the caller ID before answering. The call originated from the Sicilian Casino. Assuming it must be Vince, he answered, "Knight, here," while he pressed his palm to his damp forehead, hoping to ease the ache behind his eyes."Hungover again?" Aldo Patrizio's cold voice penetrated through his headache.Half a beer could only account for the bad taste in his mouth, but Sam didn't correct his friend's grandfather. The call itself was unusual enough. "You wanted something?""I've got a job for you. There's a group of card counters becoming more bothersome at small places up and down the Strip. I need you to find them."Cardsharps, or counters, kept track of the cards played in blackjack and increased their odds of winning by calculating the odds of cards coming into play. Casino managers considered playing by a system cheating. Sam thought being smart was fair, but who was he to judge when there was a paycheck involved? If only it wasn't Vince's grandfather asking."And don't tell me you already have work.You could do those background checks in your sleep," Patrizio added.So much for that excuse. "Mr. Patrizio" "If you provide me with their names I'll make it worth your while." The older man named an attractive figure that would boost Sam's sagging bank account. It was a fee nearly triple what Sam might have charged. There was more going on here than a request for services.His jaw tensed. "Why me?"Aldo's laughter grated on Sam's nerves. "If you're anything like your father, you're good at locating people. Call Sabatinni to confirm it's them and I'll take care of the rest."Rick Sabatinni was a retired cardsharp who consulted with the casinos. Sam had done some surveil-lance on Sabatinni's wifenow exlast winter, and still had his number. Of course, a man like Aldo Patrizio would know about that. The old man knew just about everything that went down in Vegas."Vince isn't going to like this." Sam was still toying with the idea of turning the casino owner down. Vince Patrizio wasn't exactly on the best of terms with his grandfather and, having served with Vince in Iraq, Sam was protective of the younger man."He'll like it a lot better than if I had hired you to follow him. Having family hire someone to investigate you is low, don't you think?" Mr. Patrizio disconnected.So the old man knew Vince had hired Sam to look into his activities... This did not bode well. Sam stumbled the few feet from his bed to his kitchen and swallowed more than the recommended dose of aspirin. At a rumbling beneath him, he squinted out the window, to see Vince backing his spanking-new black Porsche out of the garage.Sam measured coffee, poured water and leaned against the counter while he waited for his first cup, waiting to feel the peace his Spartan garage apartment, uncluttered by reminders of his past, usually provided. Nada. Getting out of the job would be n