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“We’re back to seven-card stud gentlemen,” Molly said with more weight. She glanced nervously at Jared and he understood that she knew exactly how dire his chances were. If he didn’t start winning, he was going to lose in two hands.
Erika had gotten increasingly quiet as Jared started losing more and more hands. Jared didn’t know what that meant, but he saw her studying his chips. She met his eyes for the first time since he sat back down at the table. There was a hint of sorrow tinged with a spark of anger and hurt that confused the hell out of him.
But he couldn’t worry about her. He needed to regain some f*****g focus if he was going to pull the game out of his a*s and have a chance at winning.
Against Edward. Where the f**k did his skills come from? The guy couldn’t play blackja
