Chapter Twelve
“I thought so too, but there’s more to life than poker.”
“You’re married,” she said.
“Yes. To a wonderful woman. But that doesn’t preclude a bit of sport.”
“With me, it does,” Kathrine replied. “I’m sorry; though I’m not sure why I should be...”
“I take that as a compliment.”
“Under different circumstances, you understand. I might be tempted. Trust me.”
He chuckled lightly. “Nothing I can do to change your mind, then?”
“Look. We just met. Give it some time, okay?”
“Time...”
“Yes. Go play a little poker,” Kathrine said, opening his briefcase. “Give a girl a chance.”
She counted the money, conscience of the movement within the skimpy constraints of her bra as she handled the stacks of bills. He was watching, breathlessly it seemed, but she did nothing to obstruct hi
