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“Why don’t you trust Andi? Because she’s got PTSD?” Mike had kept the conversation light through several hands until Miranda had left the table.
Jeremy looked at him strangely. “Is that what happened to her in the field at lunch?” He dropped the damned Ace of Spades onto the discard.
Mike nodded. Crap! He was sorry for revealing Andi’s secret—he’d figured it was so damn obvious that even Jeremy would get it. Nope.
He didn’t need the ace. He didn’t have any other low spades, but he couldn’t resist picking it up, breaking up a perfectly legitimate two-card potential straight to do so. Five hands of Gin Rummy, Jeremy was winning, and he’d been stuck with the unmatched ace every single time. At least it was only one point.
“Yeah. She’s got it. Probably kinder if you don’t mention it to
