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He’s back to counting our pot and then dividing it into thirds “That guy was crowding you tonight,” he says, and my heart stops

It’s quiet a e cherry glows in the darkness

“Yeah,” I say, keeping ht see me”

“That’s why this is a three-person job” He leans back and looks at me Three even stacks are before him on the table

“Ava played an iht, and if we hadn’t run our own, separate con, I’d be pissed Seth never acknowledges Ava’s role in keeping security distracted “You guys made as much noise as possible I’ around watching us play”

That h, and he leans forward “Take it easy, Fireball I know little sister is an asset”

“You never include her in the winnings”

Lifting his eyebrows, he does a little shrug “If she brings in cash, she can have a share of the winnings”

I’ for me to confess what happened with the thousand-dollar chip The old saying “no honor aht if he thinks I’ll cave Whatever he knows, if anything, he’ll have to say it

“It was so hs a long cloud of blue s that transmitter in your cuff is not ideal”

“Either e’ve burned up our chances of winning anyall the stress of the evening, and exhaustion is rolling over me like the warm surf

“We’ll lay low for a month or so I’ll call with our next rendezvous point” Seth shoves a pile of h there to keep you both comfortable until I call”

Picking upto count it “I’ll be waiting to hear from you”

He’s on his feet equally fast “Hey, Zee…” Hazel eyes twinkle in the tall lights, and he reaches up to slide the black glasses off his head “That’s it? No hug before you go?”

I pause, evaluating his request I’ve known Seth Hines since I enty-one, hustling pool players in panhandle bars while Ava lifted food and petty cash off vendors in the farmer’s markets