The Gambler
“He must have noticed her questioning glance because he said, “Gram. I told her about dinner. They’ll meet us at the restaurant.”
“Okay.” But Libby’s anxiety was making her skin feel too tight. Noah seemed more reserved as they made their way to the poker tables, yet his eyes never left her, making her more and more anxious.
Don’t blow this, Libby. Don’t lose him.
She still had no idea what he wanted. A fling? Something more long term? Their earlier conversation had insinuated he was interested in the latter . . . maybe even in marriage. But this was Noah, a man who’d informed her months ago that he was allergic to marriage. She would have chalked her confusion up to the alcohol she’d consumed, but she couldn’t do that since she’d barely even had a buzz all night. The drinks here must be watered down.
She knew she should just ask him, lay all the cards on the table, but when she started to ask, her throat squeezed tight.
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