Chapter Thirteen
After winning the first game and losing the second, Paul knew three things about Dr. Madison Gray.
The first thing Paul knew about the woman was that she bit her lip when she was deep in thought. She nibbled at the left side when she was uncertain and was still working through her thoughts. She clamped down on the right side of her lip when she’d solved the problem and was sure she’d backed her opponent into a corner.
Paul settled back against the pillows on his hospital bed. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched the show at play on Madison’s mouth. Her lips were pursed together now as she studied the game board.
But, no, wait. Just there. He saw it.
The pearly white of her left incisor snuck out. The sharp point bit down into the plump flesh on the left side
