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think he sent me?”
    “I think it’s possible.”
    She fidgeted.
    “Look,” she said, “I can’t stand here forever.”
    “Come inside.”
    “I can’t,” she said. “Think about it. I’ll talk to you again when I can.”
    “Okay,” he said, “I’ll think about it.”
    She nodded, turned, and left in a hurry. He didn’t have time to ask her where Troy Galvin thought she was.
     
    Angela grunted and moaned her way to her orgasm, then ground her hips down on Clint until he exploded inside of her. Then she hopped off and hurriedly began to dress.
    “Okay,” she said, “so that can’t have been as good as a whole night with Ava, but I just wanted to declare myself.”
    “You did a good job of it,” he said, watching with pleasure as she dressed. It was one of his great pleasures in life.
    She sat on the bed and pulled on her boots, then looked over at him. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his neck. His penis had not lost all of its hardness. She reached out and stroked it with her right hand. It twitched, as if it had a mind of its own.
    Sometimes it did, and he tried not to let that get him into trouble.
    “I have to go,” she said.
    “Come back anytime.”
    “I will,” she said. “I just hope I don’t find Ava here.”
    He shrugged.
    “Do you play blackjack?” she asked.
    “Not when I can play poker,” he said.
    “I don’t understand poker.”
    “Really? I’ll show you how to play someday.”
    “Oh, no,” she said, “I know how to play the game, I just don’t understand the fascination with it.”
    She stroked him one last time, then walked to the door and left. Clint decided he should get dressed before the boat got under way.

ELEVEN
    Clint was out on deck on the third level, watching the last of the passengers board and the gangway being pulled in.
    “We’re almost ready to get under way,” Dillon said, coming up next to him. “Where’ve you been?”
    “In my cabin.”
    “All this time?”
    “I had to unpack.”
    “All this time?”
    Clint looked at Dillon.
    “I like my cabin.”
    “That’s good to hear,” Dillon said.
    “When is this celebration supposed to take place?” Clint asked.
    “About a half hour after we disembark,” Dillon said. “In the main salon and outside on this deck.”
    Disembark. Clint wasn’t sure Dillon had used that word correctly.
    “Okay,” Clint said. “I’ll be there.”
    “Unless you get . . . distracted again,” Dillon said, with a grin.
    “You got something you want to ask me?” Clint said.
    “I already asked, and you told me you were unpacking,” Dillon said. “I guess Ava was unpacking all that time, too.”
    As Dillon walked away, Clint was satisfied that the man thought he’d been with Ava. He still wasn’t sure what Dillon’s relationship with Angela was. He was going to have to ask her.
     
    As Kathy entered the cabin, Galvin said, “There you are.” He was standing in the center of the cabin, holding a drink.
    “I just needed to get some air.”
    “You have to unpack for us.”
    “Okay.”
    “I need my black suit,” he said.
    “Which one?”
    “Which one do you think?” he demanded. “The one I always wear on the first night.”
    “Of course.”
    “I can’t find it myself, Kathy,” he complained.
    She knew that. He was helpless without her, not that he’d ever admit it. But she was growing tired of his dependence. The only way she knew to get out from under him was to make sure he was beaten, and humiliated. She felt Kingdom was the man for that job.
    She hoped he was.

    Kingdom had his own agenda.
    Play poker.
    Win money.
    He didn’t want to get caught up in Kathy’s agenda. And even if he was to beat Galvin at the poker table, he wouldn’t want any help to do it.
    Actually, Galvin wasn’t the one he was thinking about playing. That was Clint Adams. He hoped to get the Gunsmith to the poker table. Not for who he was, but for who he had played poker against. He knew Adams had sat