Five
Tyler Scott looked into his dresser mirror as he rubbed his stubbled chin and realized he hadn’t shaved since yesterday. What would a woman with the obvious class of Victoria Kelly think of a scruffy, unshaven American gambler?
She was beautiful beyond belief, the moment he laid eyes on her slender, lithe form as he helped her down from the stage coach he had felt drawn to her. Especially when her wet cotton shirt and skirt stuck to her as if they were painted on, leaving very little to the imagination. Her sassy, confident manner, and wide, sapphire blue eyes attracted him even more.
He hoped the encounter in the hotel hallway and the glimpse of her shoulder was a forbearer of more to come. He wanted to keep one eye on this remarkable woman, especially around the card table. If sh
