Page 114 of The Lord Meets His Lady
Herr Wolf toyed with the cards, his cold smile a taunt. Samuel set a hand at Genevieve’s elbow and guided her back to the settee. The world narrowed to the square gaming table. Blood hot from whiskey and insults, Marcus splayed both hands on the baize.
“I accept. One widow.”
The baron pushed his way through the onlookers. “As long as we’re clear, gentleman. No more talk of widows, save the exchange cards.”
Herr Wolf sneered at the pound notes. “For what we play…these winnings are too small.”
Marcus grinned. He was in his cups. Knew it by the thrum loosening his limbs. But he’d let go…try gambling another night once the Prussian took his leave. There was still time to save the herd.
Stuffing pound notes in his pocket, he rubbed salt in the oaf’s wound. “Then it’s time for me to go home…with mylovelywife.”
A giant paw fisted on the baize. “You give up easily,Englisch.”
“As you aptly pointed out, I have little to offer.”
Herr Wolf’s eyes slanted at Genevieve. “Are you sure you have nothing else to gamble with?”
