Chapter 92: Secrets at the Card Table
(Scarlet's POV)
I had never been to this part of Riverside before. I certainly didn't expect the city's most expensive zip code to hide an estate large enough to house a private country club.
Hunter pulled the heavy oak door open. He swept his arm out in an exaggerated, theatrical bow.
"Enter, my lady," he said, his voice dripping with mock chivalry.
I was drowning in Damon's suit jacket, which I had draped over my shoulders. I fished a wrapped mint from the pocket-one I'd stashed there earlier. Without sparing Hunter a glance, I flicked the candy off my thumb. It arced through the air and landed perfectly inside his upturned hat.
"Don't spend it all in one place," I said.
Hunter froze. I could practically hear him calculating a retort be
