She looked sexy as hell in that getup, a dangerous black widow who could lure men into her web and feast on their pleasure. Most guys would find her almost impossible to resist, whether they wanted to subdue her or succumb to her. If he hadn’t known her better, he’d be ready to fall at her feet himself. When they reached the poker table, three men leaped to their feet and politely jerked off their cowboy hats. “May I present Angel the Ace,” Rune said formally. “Gentlemen, it’s my pleasure,” Angel responded in a husky voice that suggested cigarettes and whiskey in a bed of rumpled sheets. “This is Baines Callahan.” Rune gestured to the leader. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Angel.” Baines grinned, revealing a row of strong white teeth centered in a thick black beard. He was heavily muscled and radiated a kind of brutal sensuality. “Hackett here is his younger brother.” Hackett nodded, giving Angel the once-over from his hooded gray eyes. Where his brother was short and wide, he was tall and wiry with thick black hair and a handlebar mustache.
