He was watching her from the sidelines as she picked up a chip from a bag. She got a red chip. Good—Moreau had picked up a white one. They were on different tables. She smiled and then went to one of the two poker tables that had been set up with cameras and lights around them.
She had another of her lady’s fans in her hands. She had it closed and was absently but deftly twirling it around her hand as she waited for the other players to join her at her table. She was the first one to get to that table. Moreau’s table already had four people.
A young woman fished for a chip and held up another red chip. She nodded and then went to join Adrea. Aris watched as the two women nodded at each other and continued to watch the draws. He was not watching the draws. He was watching her. As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned her head to him and their eyes met. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She could do this. She then turned her head back to the draw where a young man had drawn yet ano
