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Reese asked. “Or both?”
    “Both,” Matt said.
    Tony wanted to punch him.
    “But she really hates Tony, and the last time they were both here I lost a shitload of glassware. So you need to get out of here.”
    “Why can’t you make her leave? I was here first. And we’re friends ,” Tony said.
    And he and Reese hadn’t done the body shots yet. He needed to stay far away from the tequila, but there were plenty of other liquors he could happily lick and suck off of her.
    “Because I’m sleeping with her,” Matt said.
    “Jesus,” Tony muttered. “You’re a dumbass.” And he was ruining Tony’s night.
    “Takes one to know one.”
    “Who are you guys?” Reese asked. “I feel like I fell into a movie or something. This isn’t some big joke is it?” She sounded almost hopeful.
    Matt laughed. “Well, I’d definitely ask to see the marriage certificate if I was the one who ended up married to Tony Steele. You just never know.”
    Tony felt like telling Matt that it was Reese who was insisting their wedding had really happened, but he wasn’t sure that would help him at all.
    “Nice to meet you, Reese,” Matt said, turning Tony toward the door. “And if you were here with anyone else, I’d let you stay as long as you wanted to. But Tony’s gotta go.”
    “It’s fine,” Reese said, taking Tony’s hand. “The cab is where we first kissed. And the next club is where you proposed. The first time.”
    Well, that’s all he needed to hear. “Fine. It’s not like there aren’t a dozen other great clubs in this city,” Tony said loud enough for Matt to hear.
    “You going to take her to the other one you owned for a while?” Matt called. “That wasn’t a poker game though.”
    As a matter of fact, that club was his second favorite in the city.
    Thankfully, Tony and Reese moved out of earshot of Matt as they wound through the crowd on the way to the door.
    “You owned another club for a while?” Reese asked.
    She wasn’t going to let that go. Okay, great. “The owner owed me money and couldn’t pay, so she turned the club over to me.”
    “She?”
    He nodded and put his hand on Reese’s low back to usher her through the door and into the balmy Vegas night.
    “What did she owe you money for?” Reese asked.
    “She totaled my car.”
    Reese stopped and turned to face him. “What car?”
    “My Ferrari.” He felt his gut twist. He’d loved that car.
    “You had a Ferrari?”
    Reese had a strange look on her face and Tony felt like he needed to proceed with caution, but he wasn’t sure why. “Yes.” There, he’d just keep the answers simple and not get himself into trouble.
    “And you had a girlfriend who totaled it and then paid you back by giving you her Vegas club?”
    Again, he thought about his words before saying them. “She wasn’t a girlfriend. She borrowed the car without asking—”
    “She stole it?” Reese’s voice rose a little.
    Tony hadn’t considered it theft even when the cops had asked him the same question. “She was a friend. And I did leave the keys lying on the table…” When he’d gone out to dance with the two Victoria’s Secret models. Tony was proud he’d thought that through and not included that last bit of info.
    “Okay, she borrowed it,” Reese conceded with an eye roll. “And totaled it. She was okay?”
    “She was,” Tony confirmed. “And she only gave me her part of the club. She was a co-owner with six other people. So it’s not like I owned the whole club.”
    “Right. Well, that makes it completely rational,” Reese said. Sarcastically.
    “And then she bought it back from me. So I don’t actually own any Vegas clubs at the moment.”
    He raised a hand and signaled for a cab. There was a backseat fantasy to fulfill for the gorgeous woman in front of him.
    “What do you own?” Reese asked.
    He looked down at her, his hand still in the air. “What do you mean?”
    “What do you do for a living? You own a business or something,