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the man didn’t reach her eyes. “It looks to me like you could use a bit of help, handsome.”
    When she moved to step behind Ty, he laid his cards face down on the table and reached out to grasp the woman’s wrist. He spun her around, pulling her between his legs until she fell onto his hard thigh with a squeal of surprise.
    Her eyes shot up to his.
    Ty met her gaze, forced his stiff lips up into what he hoped passed for a smile. “Might be I could use your help.” Wrapping his arm around her back, his hand landing hard on her hip, he held her in place when she attempted to rise. “Sit awhile.”
    The whore recognized the command for what it was and settled onto his thigh, one long arm winding around his neck, the side of her breast pressing against his shoulder. She eyed the gun on his hip before raising her gaze to study his profile.
    Ty ignored her.
    Slowly, careful not to brush his coat sleeve against his cards, he pushed the entire pile of money before him into the kitty, his eyes never leaving Jasper Heimlich’s face.
    “Now just one minute,” Eastern Boy squeaked.
    “If you don’t want the land, bet against my cold, hard coin,” Ty growled, out of patience with the man.
    “I haven’t that much… Not on me at any rate,” he stuttered. “Would you accept my marker?”
    Ty arched one dark brow before realizing the man couldn’t see beyond the shadow of his hat.
    Eastern Boy fumbled through his pockets, producing two more coins and a key. “I’ve a suite at the Alabaster Hotel paid up through the week.”
    Ty could only imagine what a suite at the fancy hotel might entail. A soft, feather mattress. A fire hot enough to keep him warm if he chose to sleep bare-ass naked between silk sheets. A bath in a tub big enough to stretch out in, to submerge his cold bones and aching muscles in steaming-hot water.
    “What else you got?” Ty asked, as if the suite at the Alabaster Hotel held no interest.
    “Her.”
    Three masculine gazes swung to the whore on Ty’s knee. Her pale blue eyes—eyes that up close bore little resemblance to Lady Blue’s—met Ty’s as she slowly licked her lips.
    “Betty’s been paid up for the week, too.”
    “Now what in blazes would I do with her for a week?” Jasper asked with a cackling laugh. “She’d likely kill me after an hour.”
    Ty felt his facial muscles relax into the first genuine smile to grace his lips in days. Hell, likely weeks or months.
    “Toss in the key,” Jasper muttered before nodding to the woman on Ty’s lap. “You we’ll have to imagine in the pot.”
    When three hands of cards were face-up on the table, Ty wasn’t surprised by the pair of sevens Eastern Boy had been holding.
    Ty was beyond surprised to see a pair of tens and a pair of eights spread out before Jasper Heimlich.
    Shit, the old man had bet his ranch on two pairs!

Chapter Four
     
     
    A lady never exhibits signs of fatigue or frustration but always presents a bright-eyed, smiling countenance.
    The Archduchess of Dresdenstein
     
    Charlotte was beyond frustrated as she stared down at the tangle of blue yarn in her lap. She’d been diligently working on it for nearly three weeks. Just when she thought she’d gotten the hang of knitting, when her fingers began to find the rhythm of the long needles, she looked down to find she’d missed stiches, knotted the soft wool and generally made a mess of what was supposed to be a sweater for Uncle Jasper.
    And it would be, no matter how many times she had to pick it apart and start over.
    If Uncle Jasper ever returned to the Zeppelin Ranch.
    As if reading her mind, Daisy Harper’s soft voice floated across the table separating the two knitting ladies. “Shall we go to town tomorrow? Perhaps we’ve had a letter from Jasper.”
    “If the weather clears,” Charlotte replied peevishly. “Honestly, it has been raining for three days, ceaselessly, endlessly, loudly raining. I enjoy a nice rainstorm as much as the next person, but, good