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Barb A

 

 

FDeal

Content to be friendly since her work had gone well, she gifted a smile. He caught it and hung on.

Then he smiled back. Lethal, she thought, watching the way his blue eyes darkened. It made him look young, and capable of all sorts of mischief. And trouble. She took a drink of whiskey.

A black-as-night shank of hair hanging over his right eye added mystery, as did the low-riding rig. His clothes were south-of-the border colorful—but he wore them well. 

She shifted, drew a finger along the velveteen table and looked at his companion.

Tall, lean, light. She drank again. Mussed hair colored like a wheat field and eyes blue-grey as an upcoming storm. Not hard to look at, she mused, tapping a finger on her glass as they stared at each other. He had a good mouth—sculpted. But he wasn’t smiling. Not now. Those eyes were cool, calculating—and confident.

His features were sharp, good bones. Good breeding. And this one, unless she was mistaken, had blue blood beneath the finery. More of a gamble, and she preferred a gamble.

She drew back the cards. “Deal?”

 

~end~
Jan ’10

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