She had two threes and a six. Rolling her eyes, she tossed down the three of hearts. “It’s your go.” Elspeth just yawned, then stuck her foot in the air to attend to some very personal grooming. Tossing the rest of her cards ...
But she hadn’t asked Avery for help, and she certainly hadn’t expected him to snark at her like that. Biting her lip, she bent and rolled up the rug in front of the hearth. What could Avery have meant by that? Was it to be expected from a man who was unused to having a woman speak her mind? Or wa...