The Charmer
Fingers snapped in front of his face and he blinked at the unwelcome intrusion.
“Your eyes were glazed, my friend,” Jayems told him dryly.
Jasmine emerged with a package of savory rye chips, which she poured into a pieced wooden bowl. Munching on a handful, she took the bowl with her and settled into a chair. “Your deal,” she told Wiley, leaning back in her chair. Glancing at the watching men she said briskly, “This is not a spectator sport, gentlemen. Play or get lost.”
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