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           She
snorted. “Are you telling me that I should have been a card shark instead?”
                 “Not
at all. But you have a talent for numbers, Cara. Surely there are other things
you could do.”
                 “Like
what?”
                 “You
could find a job in finance—”
                 “I
don’t have a college degree. Besides, who are you to talk? Why did you decide
to become a gambler?”
                 He
figured he should disabuse her of the notion—but it was far too much fun to let
her think he was a professional gambler. He was accustomed to women fawning
over him for his money, his family name and his face. To have one angry with
him because she believed he was an unscrupulous gambler? It was novel.
                 “Because
I like taking chances.” It was true enough. He got a rush out of playing
stocks. Sometimes he didn’t sleep for days as he moved between the international
markets. Making money was easy. It made sense, unlike everything else in his
life. He could control money. He couldn’t control the things that had happened
to him, or the emotional scars his family bore.
                 “Well,
I don’t,” she said. “I liked dealing cards. There’s no risk in it for me.”
                 “Apparently,
there is.”
                 Her
jaw tightened. “Tonight was a first.”
                 “It
would not have been the last, should you have complied.”
                 She
glanced at the gauges. “We’re going to need gas soon and I don’t have any
money.”
                 So
she didn’t want to admit she’d been in over her head. Fine. “I’ll take care of
it.”
                 She
was silent for a few moments. “Were you playing for someone tonight?”
                 “No.”
                 “Then
you lost a lot of money by coming to look for me. You must regret that
impulse.”
                 “It’s
only money.”
                 She
laughed, but it wasn’t a humorous sound. “Of course. Because there’s no one
depending on you for the food on their table or the roof over their head, I
suppose.”
                 His
employees would no doubt disagree with that statement. “No, because people are
more important than money. You were in trouble.”
                 “I
really didn’t need rescuing, Jack. You gave up fifteen million for nothing.”
                 “If
you weren’t in trouble, why are we speeding out of town?”
                 Before
she could acknowledge the truth of that statement, they hit a bump and Jack
groaned. Dear God, it felt like there was an alien trying to burst out of his
abdomen.
                 “We
need to get you to a doctor,” she said worriedly.
                 Jack
swallowed the pain. “No. Because Gold probably is looking for us, and it would take too long for my men to arrive.
Keep driving.”
                 Bobby
Gold had the fifteen mil, but he was the kind of man who couldn’t stand to be
made a fool of. He’d want Cara Taylor back so he could make her pay for her
disobedience. Getting as far from Nice as possible wasn’t a bad idea.
                 Since
there were no flights this late, and his private plane was in a hangar in
London, they had no choice but to drive. Even if he called his pilot, it would
be several hours yet before the plane would arrive.
                 He’d
originally planned a leisurely drive across France on his way to Nathaniel’s
wedding, anyway. He could have flown, but he knew he needed the time to think.
This would be the first time in nearly twenty years that all the Wolfes would
be gathered under the same roof—and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He
especially wasn’t sure how he felt about seeing Jacob