“It’s early. You can’t be sleepy yet. Let’s change games. How would you feel about a little craps?” “I haven’t shot craps in years.” “That’s fine. I’ll be glad to explain the rules.” She used her backgammon winnings as betting money, and half an hour later she had won another forty dollars, all the cash Shayne was carrying. He looked ruefully into his empty wallet. “I’ll have to give you an IOU.” “I never gamble on credit,” she told him smugly, racking the bills. “No, Mike. The time has come. This has been one of the pleasantest evenings I’ve ever had, which is really amazing considering the circumstances. That doesn’t alter the fact that you’re here for business reasons and not for pleasure. Right?” “Right,” Shayne said, a corner of his mouth quirking upward. “Will you stop grinning at me so I can remember what I was about to say?
