Chapter 16 Georgia
Sister,
Obedience is a name that has a fine history in our family. I suggest you give it proper consideration.
-Quil
Georgia studied her cards, looked at her diminishing stack of chips and back to her hand, and decided her meager pair of nines was not worth the risk. They played for bragging rights, but still. She had her reputation to consider. “I fold.”
A gust of wind tossed rain against the window. The fireplace kept the drawing room warm, casting a cozy glow over the wood-paneled room. Georgia found herself drawn to the arch of the fireplace. In lieu of a mantle, gold leaf covered the ornate scrollwork framing the opening. It gleamed and promised a warm haven from the soaking rains outside.
Little wonder they used the drawing room as the guest lounge. Everythin
