A Hellion In Her Bed
In the nineteen years since that fateful night, Jarret had grown a foot taller and had learned how to fight, and he was still gambling. Now, for a living.
Today, however, the cards were meant to be only a distraction. Sitting at a table in the study in Gran’s town house, he laid out another seven rows.
“How can you play cards at a time like this?” his sister Celia asked from the settee.
“I’m not playing...