POV: Eli
Jerry stood up from the chair to grab his champagne flute from the cocktail table. He was too jumpy to stay still.
Brigail looked apprehensive. There were so many ways she could still lose.
Jerry clamped his hands on her shoulders and pinched them softly as a form of reassurance.
The hostess went to Eli's side to refill his glass before she circled the table and filled Jerry's glass as well.
After a few minutes of deliberation, Brigail went all-in.
Eli watched her wet her lips and tuck a stray hair behind her ears. She was looking down at her cards, and her face became pensive but softer at the same time. She gave off a kind of look that would make you want to give her anything she desired.
Then his gaze landed on her eyes and he noticed her lashes. They were so thick and l
