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it.”
    “I shot at Steamboat when he was drawing down on you!”
    “With what?” Reno scoffed. “Did you throw a gold coin at him?”
    “My derringer. I keep it in my skirt pocket.”
    “Handy. Do you have to shoot your way out of many card games?” Reno asked.
    “No.”
    “Pretty good cheater, huh?”
    “I don’t cheat! Not usually, anyway. I just…”
    Her voice died.
    Amused and skeptical at Eve’s difficulty in finding the right words to explain how she was innocent when both of them knew she wasn’t, Reno lifted one black eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
    “I didn’t know until too late that Slater knew I was cheating,” Eve admitted unhappily. “I knew he was cheating, but I couldn’t catch him at it. So I lost to you when I should have stayed in and called Slater.”
    “The emerald ring,” Reno said, nodding. “With the cards you threw in, you should have hung around for at least one draw. But you didn’t. So I won that hand, because Slater hadn’t had time to deal himself the rest of his full house.”
    Eve blinked, surprised by Reno’s quickness. “Are you a gambler?”
    He shook his head.
    “Then how did you know what Slater was doing?” she persisted.
    “Simple. When he dealt, he won. Then you started dropping out too soon, and I started winning hands I shouldn’t have.”
    “Your mama didn’t raise any stupid children, did she?” muttered Eve.
    “Oh, I’m one of the slow ones,” Reno said in a lazy drawl. “You should see my older brothers, especially Rafe.”
    Eve blinked as she tried to imagine anyone faster than Reno. She couldn’t.
    “All through explaining?” Reno asked politely.
    “What?”
    “This.”
    Reno bent just enough to cover Eve’s mouth with his own. When he felt her tighten beneath him asthough to fight again, he settled more heavily on her, reminding her of the lesson she had already learned: When it came to a contest of strength, she didn’t have a chance against Reno Moran.
    Tentatively Eve relaxed, wondering if Reno would release her if she didn’t fight him.
    Immediately the overwhelming pressure of his body lifted until it was little more than a warm, disturbingly sensual contact from her shoulders to her feet.
    “Now kiss me back,” Reno whispered.
    “Then you’ll let me go?”
    “Then we’ll negotiate some more.”
    “And if I don’t kiss you?”
    “Then I’ll take what is already mine, and to hell with what you want.”
    “You wouldn’t,” she whispered weakly.
    “Care to bet?”
    Eve looked into the cool green eyes so close to her own and realized that she never should have allowed Reno Moran to sit down at her poker table.
    She was very good at reading most people, but not this man. Right now she couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or telling her the simple truth.
    Don Lyon’s sage advice rang in Eve’s mind: When you can’t tell if a man is running a bluff, and you can’t afford the ante if you lose, then fold your cards and wait for a better deal.

3
    W ITH trembling lips, Eve lifted her head to give Reno the kiss he had demanded. After a quick pressure of her mouth against his, she retreated, her heart beating wildly.
    “You call that a kiss?” Reno asked.
    She nodded, because she was too nervous to speak.
    “I should have guessed you’d cheat with your body the same way you cheat with cards,” he said, disgusted.
    “I kissed you!”
    “The way a frightened virgin kisses her first boy. Well, you’re no virgin, and I’m no wide-eyed country boy.”
    “But I—I am,” she stammered.
    Reno said something beneath his breath, then added in a cutting voice, “Save the wide-eyed act for a pup that’s still wet behind the ears. Men my age know everything worth knowing about women’stricks, and everything we know, we learned the hard way.”
    “Then you didn’t learn enough. I’m not what you think I am.”
    “Neither am I,” he retorted dryly. “I haven’t been taken in by that look of wide-eyed