It was a good hand. Not a royal flush, but good nonetheless. Two aces, three queens – a full house. It was hard to keep her face neutral, the spark from her eyes.
Kat breathed in quickly. Her ribs protested, driving a bolt of pain up into her head. That focussed her, dulled her excitement. She had got a kicking in the parking lot last night. She felt lucky it hadn’t been worse. Perhaps her luck would hold. That was all she had left.
She breathed in again and tried to cover her wince. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’d see a doctor.
How desperate was she to come here in the first place? It had taken a lot of time, carefully applying makeup to cover the bruises and still look natural. Wearing the stolen dress, she looked like a million dollars. They must have thought she was good for the same amoun
