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Darin    lea ns    for ward   and    point s   at   hi msel f.   “I’m   the   sous   chef    at

                Bib’s.” He  point s at Brad. “He’s the  dishw asher.”
                    “For no w,” Brad int erj ec ts. “I’m working  my way up.”
                    “Wha t about you?” I say to Jimmy.
                    He  smirks and  says, “Take  a gues s.”
                    Based    on   the   way   he   dres ses   and    the   fact   tha t   he’s   been   called
                arro gant  and  pompous, I’d ha ve  to assume            . . . “Maître  d’?”

                    Atlas laughs . “Jimmy actually works in  valet .”
                    I glanc e  back at Jimmy and  raise  an  ey eb row. He  tosses  thre e  poker
                chi ps down  and  says, “It’s true. I park cars for tips.”
                    “Don’t    let    hi m   fool   you,”   Atlas   says.   “He   works   in   valet ,   but   onl y
                bec ause  he’s so rich  he  get s bored .”
                    I smile.  It remind s me  of Allysa. “I ha ve  an  em ployee  like  tha t. Onl y
                works bec ause  she’s bored . She’s actually the  bes t em ployee  I ha ve. ”

                    “Damn  straight ,” Jimmy mutters .
                    I  take   a  look  at  my  cards  when     it’s  my  turn   and   toss  in   the   three
                poker  chi ps.  Atlas’s  pho ne  rings  and   he  pulls  it  out  of  hi s  pocket .  I’m
                raising   the   pot  with  ano ther    chi p  when    he   ex cuses   hi msel f  from  the
                table  to take  the  call.
                    “Fold,” Brad says, slapping  hi s cards on  the  table.

                    I’m  watchi ng   the  ha llway  Atlas  just  disappea red   down  in  a  hu rr y.  It
                makes   me  wonder  if  he’s  talking   to  Cassie,   or  if  there’ s  someo ne  el se
                in   hi s   life.    I   kno w   wha t   he   does    for   a   living .   I   kno w   he   ha s   at   lea st
                three  friend s. I just kno w no thing  about hi s love  life.
                    Darin    lays   hi s   cards   on   the   table.    Four   of   a   kind .   I   lay   down   my
                straight    flush    and    rea ch   for ward   for   all   the   poker   chi ps   as   Darin
                groans .

                    “So  does   Cassie  no t  usually  come  to  poker  ni ght ?”  I  ask,  fis hi ng   for
                more     inf ormation     on   Atlas.   Inf ormation    I’m   too   scared    to   ask   hi m
                mysel f.
                    “Cassie?”  Brad says.
                    I   stack   my   winni ng s   up   in   front    of   me   and    no d.   “Isn’t   tha t   hi s
                girlfriend ’s na me?”

                    Darin  laughs .  “Atlas  does n’t  ha ve  a  girlfriend .  I’ve  kno wn  hi m  for
                two yea rs and  he’s nev er  ment ioned  any one  na med  Cassie. ” He  beg ins
                passing    out   new    cards,   but   I’m   trying    to   absorb   the   inf ormation   he
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