Chapter Sixty Eight

“Yes. I have a friend with a passion for the game. I will locate a deck of cards to amuse you if you like.” Dean said. 

She took another sip of champagne. “I’d like that. If you play gin rummy with me, I’ll play poker with you,” she promised.

“So, we will both indulge our vices.” he replied. 

That sounded good to her. She wasn’t indulging any vices with Dash. 

Dean was back within a minute, a deck of cards in his hand. While he amused her with stories of Dash’s friends, they played a game of gin rummy.

They had only played a couple of hands when it became apparent she would win. On her second glass of champagne, she was feeling warm and benevolent when she went out for the last time.

So, although she would much rather have played another game of rummy, when Dean's frown told her he did