Excerpt of Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera

Roxy O'Malley stared critically at the body in the mirror. For the first time in her life she was embarrassed by how she looked. She skimmed her gaze and her hands down the tight Spandex running bra that ended just below her 36DD breasts. That part wasn't bad.

Always when she got this far, she wanted to stop. She wanted to pretend that the last three months had never happened. Pretend that when she glanced lower all she'd see was the smooth skin of her midriff and stomach. Pretend that her life and what she knew about herself were still true.

She closed her eyes for a brief second, her hand going to her stomach. The ridges of the scars weren't rough against her fingers, but she thought they should be. The texture was different — foreign — and Roxy O'Malley, who'd once been called the most gorgeous bod on the Vegas strip, glanced down at the three scars. Three of them. One would have been bad enough, but three?

"Hey, sexy lady! Admiring the view?"

Roxy glanced over her shoulder at her boss and friend Hayden MacKenzie. She forced a cheerful note into her voice. "Hi, Hay! What's up?"

Hayden was a tall, good-looking man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that always made Roxy feel like he could see straight to the heart of her vulnerabilities.

Quickly she dropped her hand and picked up the T-shirt she'd left draped on the back of the weight machine. She couldn't look him in the eye until she covered up. She would have turned away from him for privacy, but her back was worse than her stomach. Alan Technety had made sure of that. Because she'd broken up with him, he'd decided to make sure no other man would want her.

He'd also ensured she'd never dance again by cutting her so deeply on her left leg that he'd damaged the muscles and tendons. She couldn't even walk without a limp, which was worse than having the scars. Her body, which she'd always counted on, the one thing in her life that she'd always been able to control, was now out of her control.

Alan had done better than he could have expected. He'd made it so she didn't even want herself anymore. And her face had never been her vanity — Alan had known that and had focused instead on the lean dancer's body that she'd kept honed and in top form through careful diet and exercise.

"I need a favor, but only if you feel up to it," Hayden said.

"Okay, what do you need?" She walked to the small refrigerator in the employees' gym that held bottles of sports drink and water. It was only five o'clock in the morning. Normally Roxy was completely alone in the gym. She was surprised to see Hayden down here so early. The newlywed was besotted with his new bride and everyone in the casino knew Hayden and Shelby had a ritual breakfast every morning.

"Well, I want you to stop dealing," he said. She froze. For the last month, since she'd been off on medical leave, Hayden had assigned her to work at the blackjack tables. Dealing wasn't really her thing, but she could do it — and she couldn't go back to headlining the European-style revue in the main theatre of the Chimera Resort and Casino. Being a dealer was a bit of a struggle, because she was on her feet all day and thanks to her leg injury, standing was a pain. Literally. But there was nothing else for her to do at the casino and living off charity — even Hayden's disguised charity — by taking an extended leave of absence was something she couldn't tolerate.

"I can't dance. You know I can't have another surgery for six months..."

Hayden put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "I'm not asking for that, Rox. I want you to be one of my VIP hostesses. Entertain the high rollers, keep them happy and in the hotel."

She glanced up at him, feeling like a fool. She never reacted the right way. It was just like old Ms. Wiggins had said back at the group home. Blood always tells. And Roxy O'Malley's blood, much as her name implied, didn't include a pedigree worth mentioning.

She stepped away from Hayden, walking carefully so that the limp wouldn't be obvious. He was always treating her like she was his kid sister, and there was a part of her that wanted to be his kid sister.

"When would I start?" she asked, grabbing a towel from the floor and draping it over her neck.

"Tonight."

"Who will I be accompanying?"

"Max Williams. He's a good friend of mine and I think you'll enjoy his company."

"That doesn't really matter, Hay. I'm going to be working with him, right?"

Hayden shrugged. "Please tell me you're not setting me up with him."

"I'm not. This is a legit job. But if you like him..."

"Hayden MacKenzie, matchmaker. There's something very wrong with this picture," she said. But deep inside, she was touched. "I think I'll stick to the job."

"Okay. I'll have Kathy send you his information. I'll need to see you in my office at three. We'll meet Max in the lobby when he arrives."

She nodded and Hayden started for the door. "Does he know about me?"

Hayden paused. "What do you mean?"

She wanted to chose her next words carefully but the only ones in her head were blunt and honest. "That I was a topless dancer who was attacked by a crazy man."

She knew her words came from old criticisms that she'd thought she was past. But her new scarred body had left her vulnerable in a way she hadn't realized she could be.

Hayden came back to her, put his hand on her shoulder again and didn't speak until she looked up and met his clear steady gaze. "Roxy, you were the headliner in a highly regarded show. I don't gossip about my employees."

She saw something more than the truth in his eyes and it warmed her in a way that she couldn't explain. But no man had ever really offered help to her and she didn't trust it. "I know. But I also know Max is your friend."

"Even to my friends."

She nodded and he left. She slowly made her way out of the gym and into the employee locker room. She couldn't shower here. Couldn't take the chance that another woman would come in and see her scars. She always went back to her condo on the other side of town to clean up. When she'd been the star of the revue, she'd had a private dressing room with her own shower. But not anymore.

She thought about what Hayden was offering her. It was a good job. One that would require her to be charming, funny, entertaining — all the things she used to be, but wasn't sure she was anymore.

Max Williams was tired and frustrated with the businessmen he was dealing with. Each time he negotiated with them and came close to sealing the deal, they came up with another item that had to be settled before they would sell to him. The latest hiccup appeared to be the fact that he was a bachelor and married to his job.

Duke, his right-hand man, had suggested that Max take a break, leave Vancouver and go to Vegas for a few days and let him handle this latest setback.

Max had agreed, even though Vegas didn't hold the same charm for him that it always had. With two of his closest friends recently married, Vegas was no longer the bachelor playground that it used to be. At least not for him, the only single guy in a group of besotted fools.

Every time he turned around lately it seemed that marriage surrounded him. It was the reason Harron was stalling on closing the merger deal, and it was the reason his friends were no longer available for allnighters.

His father, the five-times-married Harrison Williams, IV, had said marriage was the ultimate match in the man-versus- woman game. And only the player with the most cunning survived. Max wasn't interested in negotiating as hard in his relationships as he did in his work, so he'd always steered clear of those types of entanglements.

The limo pulled to a stop in front of the elegant facade of the Chimera's hotel. Max made no move to leave the vehicle. He scowled and cursed under his breath, then forced the social mask he always wore into place, that mix between interest and confidence that his mother said every successful person should always portray in their smile. He forced that look onto his face just as the chauffeur opened the door. Max stepped out and walked confidently past all the tourists, gamblers and celebrities milling there.

A rock guitarist stood in the middle of a group of fans, minor celebrities and photographers.

As soon as Max entered the air-conditioned comfort of the lobby, Hayden MacKenzie strode over to him. They shook hands and then hugged each other quickly. Max let his smile drop and a bit of his frustration show on his face.

"Glad you're here. Shelby is, too. You're invited for dinner tonight."

"Thanks. I think I have an appointment in the high-stakes gaming room, so I'll have to pass."

"When are you going to have time for anything besides business and gambling?"

Max rubbed the back of his neck. "Not any time soon."

Hayden put his hand on Max's shoulder and Max let the bond of their long friendship ease some of his tension. "So where's Jack?"

"I've got someone new for you this time. She's really great and I think you'll like her."

"Does she have a nice personality? Am I supposed to bring a rose so she'll recognize me?"

"She's your hostess."

"Then why does it sound like you're setting me up?"