Nadia Wolf, continued
Somewhere across the ocean . . .
Nadia snuggled into Caleb, who was stroking her back with one hand while staring at the ceiling.
“The poker tour is almost over,” he said.
“I know. There’s only one more tournament, and then it’s done. Where is it again?”
“Budapest, I believe.”
“That should be nice,” Nadia replied, absently. Caleb’s hand was lulling her to sleep, which was probably a good thing considering she didn’t think she would be able to fall asleep. Tomorrow was the final table. She’d made it to the final rounds again, and the magnitude of that astounded her. Finally, she could consider herself a professional poker player. Not that she didn’t think that before, but now she was in an entirely different league. She could sit at the high-stakes tables with Ca
