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father’s cufflinks to the middle.
    “What’s going on?” Kate questions, a look of confusion on her face.
    Apparently Frank failed to tell her about the tradition of last hand of the night, so he begins explaining. “Last hand isn’t for cash. It’s something that means something to you, that all of us might want.”
    Kate lifts her purse and spends a minute looking through it. Finally, she takes out a pen and paper, writes something down, and folds it up.
    “We don’t take IOUs,” I tease.
    She looks me in the eye. “It’s my phone number. Didn’t think any of you would want my lipstick or a tampon.” She arches one eyebrow, daring me to question her choice. Another damn twitch. I might have to sit at the table for a while if this is another quick hand.
    I laugh, but damn she anted up something I want. Badly. Unfortunately, true to the rest of the night, Kate is the one pulling in the pot at the end of the game.
    “You better give me a chance to get my friend’s cufflinks back tomorrow, little lady.” Frank wags his finger at Kate. So she works here. Good to know.
    Frank tells us to go, he has a few things to do before he can lock up. Ben takes off quickly, answering yet another call from his third wife. I walk Kate to her car.
    “Lucky chip?” I ask, referring to the solid black worn chip she took from her purse and slid her thumb over on more than one occasion while playing.
    “It brought my dad a lot of luck over the years.”
    I nod. “I’m glad I came tonight. I had a great time. It’s been a while since I played with those guys.”
    “Seems like you guys go pretty far back.”
    “Pretty sure they were all playing cards in the hospital lobby when I was born,” I joke, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were. I’ll have to ask one day.
    “This is me,” Kate says as we arrive at an old Jeep in the parking lot. It’s a beautiful night and the top is already off. She clicks her keys to unlock the door. I open it for her to get in, but hang on to the top, not letting it close.
    “Listen, I’d love to take you to dinner.”
    “Dinner?”
    “You left me a couple of bucks, figured I’d like spending them on you as much as I liked losing them to you.”
    “You liked losing to me?”
    I contemplate the question for a moment. “Oddly, yes. Which is strange because I hate to lose.”
    “I’m guessing it doesn’t happen often.”
    “What? Losing?”
    She nods.
    “No, actually. It doesn’t. I tend to go after what I want until I win.” Our eyes lock on each other, something passing between the two of us, a thick tension swirls in the air. “So…dinner?”
    Kate smiles, but the uptick at the corners of her mouth quickly turns down. “I can’t.” She looks hesitant, but offers no further explanation. “I had fun tonight.” She reaches into her purse, pulls something out, and extends her hand to me. “I don’t really want to keep your money clip. I noticed it wasn’t your first initial engraved on it. Maybe it means something to you?” She tilts her head, observing me.
    “It does. But that’s okay. You keep it. It’ll give me a reason to see you again.” I reach down, close her fingers back around the money clip, and lift her hand to my mouth. My lips brush the top lightly, my tongue sneaking out to fleetingly touch her skin. The brief contact stirs an ache inside me. This woman tugs at something—more than arousal—something that makes me want to slow down time just to spend a few more minutes standing here.
    “Did you just …” she stammers a bit.
    “Did I just what?”
    She squints at me. “You know.”
    “Do I?”
    “I felt your tongue on my hand. You … you licked me.”
    I’d been dying to run my tongue along her neck all evening, although I hadn’t really meant to be so crude about it. It just sort of … happened. “I wouldn’t say licked, maybe just a little taste.”
    “So you tasted me?”
    My entire body suddenly has interest in this conversation.