Nadia Wolf, continued
Nadia packed her suitcase. It now overflowed with clothes she had picked up along the way. Funny, since she started the poker tour without a suitcase and only the clothes on her back. Now, she had everything she needed, including a handsome fiancé.
She was nervous to fly home. It had been like a dream living in plush hotels, touring different countries. And now, reality was their next destination.
“What are you thinking about?” Caleb asked, discarding the magazine he had been flipping through.
“Nothing.”
“You have that crease between your eyes. What is it?”
“I’m not ready to go back,” she admitted.
“We hit every poker tournament this side of the world.”
“We don’t need tournaments to still play here.”
Caleb walked over and took the shirt she had folded and ref
