This is a short story I wrote for the Father's Day edition of the Sunday Express magazine.
Billy Ray had met Kelly on the casino floor of Caesar’s Palace eight years ago. It was the old story: he was working as a Blackjack dealer, she was a cocktail waitress. She was 19 at the time and as cute as a bug’s ear. Fresh out of Kentucky, straight to Vegas, do not pass Go. Every dealer in there was interested, but he had a secret weapon: tequila. He had her doing slammers with him on their first date. She’d moved into his trailer the following day. (To read more, click here.)
