He'd be freezing his naked butt off by now, while she sat across from him, comfortable in her pink sweats, giving him that damn Cheshire grin. "Another hand?" Claire asked, raking the cards into a pile in front of her. "Yes." They kept their voices low to avoid waking Andy, asleep on the couch at the other end of the room. Janey and Matt had tossed in their cards a short while later. "You haven't got any match sticks left." "Extend my credit." "You're already in the hole for two-hundred." Dillon feigned irritation, enjoying the camaraderie they'd slid into. He knew how much it cost her to talk about the murder case earlier, saw in her eyes how deep the scar went. She'd been closer to the truth than she realized when she said they had more in common than the upcoming race. "Afraid my luck's going to change?" Her grin widened. "Fifty okay?" "Fifty's fine." She counted matches from her stock, made a notation on the pad next to her, and slid the pile across the table. "You don't like losing, do you," she said as she shuffled the cards.
