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“I’m Louie. You are?” I hold my hand out to her.

“Charlotte,” she says quietly as she places her palm in mine. The moment my skin touches hers, I get hit with jolts of electricity running up my arm. Charlotte snatches her hand back, staring down at it with wonder.

Yeah, I felt that too, I think to myself.

“So, what brings you to Sin City, Charlotte?” I ask, loving how her name rolls off my tongue.

“I’m in mourning,” she says with a slight southern twang.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I tell her. Everyone deals with grief differently, but not many come to Vegas to do it.

“Don’t be. It’s probably for the best.”

“Mind if I ask who you’re mourning?”

“Does it matter?” she counters.

“Well, kind of, yeah. You see, if it was someone close like a spouse, child, parent, or sibling… that calls for some deep mourning, and that shit takes time. If it was a distant relative or a friend, that calls for getting drunk and honoring their memory,” I tell her.

Charlotte looks at me, unblinking for a minute and a half. I know because I count the seconds. “What if it’s a fiancé and a sister?” she finally asks.

“You lost your fiancé and your sister?” No wonder she’s so fucking sad. “What happened?”

“The word lost… It means something that’s been taken away, something that’s unrecoverable.” She looks away for a moment and I wait. When she looks back at me, it’s with so much hurt that I feel her pain. “My fiancé took my sister from me.”

“What do you mean?” I keep my voice calm. I’m ready to blow the head off whoever the fuck hurt this girl.

“I mean, I walked in on my fiancé and sister fucking yesterday,” Charlotte says. “He could have picked anyone, any girl, and he picked my sister. Why would he do that?” Her question is genuine, as if I have the answers she so desperately needs.

“Any man who cheated on you, sweetheart, is fucking idiot,” I say, because if I had a woman like her, no way would I stray.

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