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hampered by the lap tray.  “Are you all right?”
    “Better.  Thank you.”  Angel smiled at the woman and excused herself as she passed by her on the way to her seat.
    She does have great hair, Trey thought again as Angel settled into the seat beside him.
    And lips.
    “You feeling okay?” he asked, his worried frown easing slightly.
    “Much better.  Thanks.”
    “You are a very lucky girl,” their elderly seatmate said to Angel the moment she sat down.
    Angel appeared understandably confused.  “I am?  Why is that?”
    “Because you have such a nice young man in your life.”  She smiled at Trey, and then patted Angel’s hand.  “He’s a keeper, dear.”  That said, the woman retrieved the book from her lap and returned to her reading.
    Angel turned to him, one solitary dark brow lifting, her expression demanding an explanation.
    Trey smiled.  He couldn’t help but like the old woman.  Leaning close, he whispered, “What can I say?  She’s got good taste.”
    “What is she talking about?” Angel whispered back.
    He glanced past her to find the woman clearly engrossed in her book once again, then mouthed, “She thinks we’re in love.”
    Angel gave an involuntary snort, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the laughter. 
    It wasn’t that funny.  Why couldn’t they be mistaken for a couple?  He was a hell of a lot better choice for her than Rick-the-Dick ever would be. 
    Angel leaned closer, keeping her voice low.  “What on earth have you been telling her?”
    Him?   He didn’t have to tell the woman anything.  She was creative enough on her own.  “Don’t worry, Angel,” he whispered back, his lips brushing lightly over her hair, “I’ll set her straight and tell her I’m just along for the sex.”
    “Trey!” she gasped.
    He sat back in his seat, chuckling.  “I’m just kidding.”
    “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
    “Damn right.”  Trey reached for her drink, handing it to her.  “You’re so cute when you squirm.”
    “I’ll bet.”  She eyed him from over top the rim of her glass as she drank, a mischievous glint in her eyes.  And when she returned the ginger ale to his tray, she had an impish grin to match.  “Oh, by the way, Trey...”
    “Yeah?”
    “Just remember what they say...”
    “What’s that?”
    “That paybacks are hell.”

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    The Luxor was something to see with its realistic pyramid design and Egyptian decor.  It was like stepping into another country, Trey thought as he followed Angel into the hotel.
    They moved across the gleaming marble floor.  Into Egypt.  Land of Pharaohs and Sphinxes, and huge leafy palm trees.  Bells from slot machines rang out in the distance, blending in with the clinking of coins against metal and murmured voices.
    Angel turned to him.  “What do you think?”
    “It’s really something.”
    “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
    They made their way over to the reservation desk where Angel promptly pulled the confirmation from her purse.  “Reservation for Rossi, Sunset Travel.”
    “Welcome to the Luxor, Ms. Rossi.”  The hotel clerk punched her name into the computer.  “Angelina Rossi?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m showing one Jacuzzi Suite reserved.  I’ll need to see your travel agent I.D. card.”
    The conversation went on, but all Trey heard was one suite.  He was certain Angel had told him they would each have their own room.  She had even called the hotel from an airport phone to confirm their reservation while he waited for their luggage.  Hadn’t she?
    Then, he recalled Angel’s warning regarding pay backs.  Apparently, this was it.  Trey stepped up to the desk next to her.  “That should be for two rooms.”
    “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m only showing one room held under Ms. Rossi’s name.  It comes with a king bed and a separate sitting area.”
    “What ever happened to two double beds?” Trey grumbled.
    The clerk, obviously sensing