Always ready to help themaiden in distress. She wasnât his to save, though she might just need saving.
He watched her flinch again at the hustlerâs touch and consciously loosened his jaw. It wasnât his problem. Then again, heâd come downstairs for some poker practice. Why not be congenial, play at a table where he knew someone?
And he walked over.
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F RED AND HIS WIFE were long gone. Mutt had taken a look at his dwindling supply of chips and decided to call it a night. Jeff had followed, leaving the table to Jerry and Gwen.
âWant to move to another table?â the dealer asked.
âNo, this is perfect,â Gwen told him, admiring her own stack of chips.
âLooks like itâs down to you and me,â Jerry said, leaning toward her.
Just what sheâd been hoping for.
âNot exactly,â said a voice over Gwenâs shoulder, and Del Redmond sat down beside her. âEvening.â He handed a pair of hundred-dollar bills to the dealer.
âYou want a bigger game, pal.â Jerry threw him a look of sulky dislike.
âThis one suits me fine,â he said pleasantly and reached out for his chips.
The waitress came by to take a drink order from Jerry. Gwen took a swallow of her martini and leaned toward Del. âWhat are you doing here?â she hissed.
He gave her a bland smile. âJust getting in a practice game before the tournament starts.â He leaned forward to look across her. âYou playing in the tournament?â he asked Jerry.
âYeah.â
âMe, too. Del Redmond.â He reached out to shake hands.
âJerry Messner.â
âIâm doing a story for the San Francisco Globe on the experience. Maybe I can interview you later.â
The dealer cleared his throat. âThe game, gentlemen?â
This time the chemistry was totally different. There were no amateurs at the table, and Hold âem was a game designed to encourage big bets. Del took a stack of chips between the fingers of one hand, splitting it into two stacks and riffling them together like cards. She remembered how those hands had felt on her body, the way theyâd made her feel.
And wasnât that just the last thing she needed to be thinking about? Pay attention to the game, she scolded herself. Nina wouldnât let it get to her. Nina would put it in a box and set it aside. Nina wouldnât be so blown away by chemistry because Nina would be used to it. Nina would be in control.
Gwen only hoped she could be.
This hand, Jerry was the small blind. Gwen tossed out her bet for the big blind and turned to see Del watching her with that look that said he knew a joke and she and Jerry were the punch line.
She wondered if he was as good at Hold âem as he was at everything else.
Her pocket held a ten and a king, both clubs. Potential for a straight or a flush, but not one she was going to bank on unless the flop turned up something. Then again, attacking might throw both men off balance. Jerry bet twenty dollars in chips. She raised him twenty. Del merely lifted an eyebrow and kept up.
Then the dealer turned over the flop to reveal a three of clubs and a ten and a five of spades. The pair of tens gave her something, but she was going to put her faith in the turn card and the river card. In the meantime bluff, she figured and did what she usually did when she had a good hand.
âNow, donât you go doing that again, babe,â Jerry toldher at her frown, tossing down a pair of ten-dollar chips. âLast time you did that, you were sitting on a pair of ladies.â
She raised him. âYou figure I got something sweet?â
âI donât,â Del said. âI think youâre bluffing.â
Now she did frown for real. Trust him to read not only her face but her body language, whatever part of her that was telling the truth. Her leg, she realized. It was bobbing, and he could see it out of the corner of his eye.
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