Bet on Love. Devon Vaughn ArcherЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Chapter 1

      Bianca Wagner felt exhausted, yet invigorated, when she got back to her two-story Spanish-style Las Vegas home on Tenaya Way after an early morning jog. She had just enough time to jump in the shower, grab a quick breakfast and head to work. It was a routine Bianca had perfected, along with spending long hours at home—often alone—and less time hanging out with friends. Admittedly, she would welcome the right male companion into the equation, but since that had been hard to come by of late, she chose to focus her attention elsewhere. Such as on maintaining her health at age thirty-three, both physically and mentally.

      Bianca got dressed, put on her makeup and brushed her long blond hair with brown highlights. She grabbed a bagel and her travel coffee cup as she headed out the door and into her Subaru Legacy. She was an arts-and-entertainment reporter with the Vegas Valley Happenings newspaper. She’d taken the assignment six months ago after previously being the crime-and-courts reporter. Though she missed covering criminality in Sin City, she loved reporting on the city’s rich arts-and-entertainment scene.

      Suddenly Bianca’s cell phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She took a quick glance and saw that it was her sister, Madison. Smiling, Bianca turned on the speakerphone.

      “Hey, sis.”

      “Hey,” Madison said cheerfully. “We just got back from a bike ride and I thought I’d give you a quick call.”

      Bianca considered the “we” in her sister’s statement. That would be Madison and her husband of one year, Stuart. He had two lovely little twin daughters from a previous relationship, who often accompanied them on their bike rides.

      Why can’t I be so lucky to have a gorgeous guy who adores me with all his heart? Bianca asked herself.

      “I appreciate the call,” she told Madison. “But I’m on my way to work and the traffic is... Well, you saw how it is when you and Stuart were here last year on your honeymoon.”

      “Oh, yes, I remember,” Madison said. “Call me later?”

      “I will. And give the girls a big kiss for me.”

      “Count on it,” Madison promised.

      Bianca disconnected. She focused on the road, but couldn’t help but think that her younger sister seemed to have it all these days, which left Bianca to play catch-up.

      Will I ever have everything Madison does? She could only hope. On the other hand, as a career-minded woman, would she ever truly be ready to take on the responsibilities of raising a family? Unlike Madison, maybe she simply wasn’t cut out to be a mommy.

      Turning onto South Las Vegas Boulevard toward downtown, Bianca thought about the latest big news to hit the city—the upcoming opening of the Aloha Seas Hotel and Casino on the Strip. From what she’d heard, it would be like visiting the tropical paradise of Maui, with gambling and other Vegas-style entertainments as added attractions. Having been to Hawaii a couple of times, she was looking forward to the resort’s opening, both as a reporter and someone who couldn’t get enough of the islands.

      The Aloha Seas’ principal owners were brothers, Tanner and Solomon Long. They were both handsome and seemed to alternate years being voted the most eligible bachelor in Las Vegas. From what Bianca had seen, they had beautiful women on their arms every other day as they enjoyed the perks of wealth, good looks and undeniable charm.

      If that’s how they prefer to get their kicks, that’s their problem, she thought, while doubting either one saw it as a problem.

      She had more worries than spending too much time thinking about spoiled, rich casino owners. For example, was she ever going to escape this traffic jam and get to work?

      * * *

      Tanner Long sat in the backseat of his limousine, talking on the phone to his brother, Solomon. As usual, they were at odds on how to do things, while trying to keep the peace as they took on their latest venture. This venture happened to be a very big one. There were only two days until the grand opening of Aloha Seas, the newest hotel and casino on the Las Vegas Strip. As the majority owners, they had pooled their resources and gotten the right investors to roll the dice, so to speak, on making this new casino a big success.

      But seeing eye to eye on the details took patience on Tanner’s part and seemingly more give than take, as he wanted this event to go without a hitch.

      “You only have one grand opening, little brother,” Tanner argued in his role as chief executive officer. “And that means we need to make a splash while the attention is squarely on us.”

      “I hear you,” Solomon said sharply. “And I agree. But that doesn’t mean we need to break the bank in the process. Cutting corners can be done without cutting the quality of the grand opening.”

      Tanner chuckled. It seemed as if they were just going around in circles. At thirty-six, he was a year older and maybe a few years wiser than his brother. Or so he tried to convince himself. But, then again, Solomon did have an MBA and was the chief operating officer. Tanner’s degree was in hotel management with a minor in marketing. Rather than continue to bump heads, he gave in.

      “All right, do whatever you think needs to be done—just don’t screw this up.”

      “I won’t,” Solomon assured him. “I want this to work as much as you do, if not more.”

      “I know,” Tanner conceded. Both had spent much of their lives trying to follow in the footsteps of their father, a very successful businessman. He and their mother would have been really proud to see just how much they had accomplished up to this point. I’m just glad they lived to see us receive our degrees and start building our legacy, Tanner thought.

      Before he could cut the call short, the limousine suddenly shook violently and Tanner heard a loud thump as they came to a halt.

      “What the hell...” The words spewed from his mouth.

      He heard something similar from his driver, Johan.

      “What’s going on?” Solomon asked.

      “Looks like we’ve been in an accident,” Tanner said irritably.

      “Are you all right?”

      “I’m fine,” Tanner said. “Don’t know if I can say the same about the limo, though. I’ll call you back.”

      Tanner hung up. “What happened?” he asked Johan.

      “The car ahead of me stopped suddenly. I slammed on the brakes, but couldn’t slow down enough.”

      “Great! Just what I need,” Tanner grumbled. He watched Johan open the driver’s door and get out, then followed. Tanner stepped onto South Las Vegas Boulevard, jam-packed with vehicles that were now at a standstill, and made his way to the front of the limo. A cursory glance told him that the damage was relatively minor.

      When he looked at the other vehicle, a red Subaru Legacy, it was clear