I tapped my finger, pretending to think. I knew my hand was as strong as it could be in the poker game. I sighed softly, then slid my peanuts into the center of the table.
Daemon: Baby, you should have folded...
Amelia: Really?... Show me your hand.
He had four nines and an ace.
Amelia: Nice...
He reached for the peanuts, and I giggled.
Amelia: Not so fast, baby... nice, but not enough.
I spread my hand in front of him, and he burst out laughing.
Daemon: You had me, baby... I was sure you were bluffing...
Amelia: I tried your trick, I was in my spot...
Daemon: Where were you? May I ask?
I looked at him, smiling.
Amelia: The place you took me picking mushrooms … I used to go there when I was a Cub Scout, and it was nice because no one came. I felt safe there…
He smiled softly a
