Chapter Twenty-Six
Beck
I leaned back in my chair as Hank played his last hand. Rex had been spot on, Maisie’s dad was a helluva poker player. I didn't normally enjoy losing. I liked to win, even if I only played cards for fun. It was nice to take home a little extra cash. No such luck tonight. Instead, I was relieved because Hank had made a tidy little profit for himself. I had no idea how much cash he had intended to try to weasel out of Maisie. Yet, I hoped the few hundred he’d won tonight would be enough to carry him over once he landed back in California. The one piece of the puzzle I hadn't sorted out yet was getting him on a plane tomorrow. When I tried to talk to Maisie about it again earlier today, she'd been wishy-washy. So I’d held back.
I watched while Hank joked around with
