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from
the game, or why Red Tie had been glaring at her. He was Bobby’s ringer, and
she had been supposed to make sure he won the pot. That he hadn’t figured the
truth out sooner, he blamed solely on himself. Perhaps he was as arrogant as
the count in his own way. He’d let himself be distracted by lascivious thoughts
of Cara. Yes, he’d concentrated on the cards and the reactions of the players,
but hadn’t let his mind cast wider. If he had, he’d have understood the tension
between her and Red Tie sooner.
                 She
glanced at him again. “What makes you think that?”
                 “Because
I know Bobby Gold.”
                 “I
figured that,” she spat. “You could hardly do what you do without winding up in
his casinos from time to time.”
                 Jack
shifted, stifling a groan at the sharp pain in his side. “And what is it you
think I do?”
                 She
snorted. “You’re a gambler, Jack.”
                 He
would have laughed if it hadn’t hurt so damn much. “How did you get us out of
there?”
                 “Once
they knocked you unconscious, Bobby left, but he promised they’d be coming back
to finish the job, which I didn’t think sounded like an option I wanted to
stick around for.”
                 “We’re
in my car,” he said. He recognized the smell, the growl of the engine, the feel
of the leather hugging his body.
                 “I
got it from the valet. One of the waiters helped me get you out and put you in
the car. I said you were drunk and that I had to drive you home.”
                 He
had to hand it to her for thinking of it. Because if they’d stayed in that
room, he wasn’t too sure that Bobby wouldn’t have done a bit more permanent
damage.
                 “And
where are we going now?”
                 “I
need to get you to a hospital. But first I thought it best we get out of Nice.
Bobby knows people.”
                 “I
know people, too.” Hell, he had his own security firm. One call to them, and
Bobby Gold would be singing soprano for the next month.
                 “As
soon as we get to the next town, we’ll find a doctor.”
                 Jack
winced again. “I don’t need a doctor. My ribs are bruised, not broken.”
                 “How
do you know that?”
                 “Trust
me. I’ve seen enough injuries to know what is what.” Thanks to his father. He’d
rarely received the brunt of William’s anger, because he could sense when his
father was about to explode like a powder keg, but he’d seen the results of his
siblings’ beatings enough to know which injuries required a visit to the
hospital.
                 “Fine,
you don’t have broken ribs. But you could have a concussion.”
                 “Doubt
it. But if I do, the cure for that is painkillers and rest.”
                 Cara
let out a long-suffering sigh. “Is there anything you don’t know, Jack Wolfe?”
                 “I’m
sure there are one or two things.”
                 She
didn’t laugh. “If you’d just stayed out of it! I could have talked Bobby into
forgiving me, could have kept my job and made everything right again.”
                 “You
are incredibly naive, Cara. You cost the man fifteen million euros. Do you
really believe he would forget that?”
                 Her
fingers tightened on the wheel. “Once I explained—”
                 “Explained
what? That you aren’t a cheat?”
                 “Yes,”
she said tightly. “Because I’m not. It’s no good now, though, because he
believes I planned this with you. Especially since I’ve helped you get away.”
                 “Why
were you working for a man like Gold, anyway?”