Cooper gaped.<br/><br/>"A mil ... million? Dollars?"<br/><br/>A cold chill that not even Sarah's delicious warmth could ward off shot through him. A million bucks. Million! He had never seen that much money in his life. Come to think of it, it was a safe bet he wouldn't make that kind of money in the course of his entire life! No matter what he happened to be doing...<br/><br/>"Well. Crap."<br/><br/>He flopped onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. How could he have been so stupid? Sure, there had been a sort of illicit thrill to the idea of providing sex for a living at first. But then he had met Sarah, and liked her, and little by little it had become clear that he couldn't just do this for anybody. They couldn't all be Sarah. Well, nobody else could be.<br/><br/>Cooper shook himself out of his reverie and looked over to her.<em>Smile, fool. You played yourself. She should still be having a good time.</em>He laid a hand atop hers and gave it a squeeze.<br/><br/>"Hey, thanks though. Really. I know letting Mel think you might even have been considering this must have been embarrassing as hell." He quirked a smile at her. "Hey, who knows. There have to be casinos in this town, rich socialites. Maybe I can do a little cat burglary to buy myself out of hock."