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“Good evening,” Evie murmured, taking a place at the table beside Sebastian. She smiled as she glanced up at him. “Are you clever with numbers, my lord?” “I’ve always thought so,” Sebastian replied ruefully, “until now. Rohan… are the other croupiers adept with probability calculations?” “Adept enough, my lord. They are well-trained. They all know how to tempt a player to make wagers to the house’s advantage, how to identify a good player from a bad one…” “Trained by whom?” Evie asked. Cam’s grin was a flash of startling white in his honey-skinned face. “By me, of course. No one understands gaming as well as I.” Smiling, Evie glanced up at her husband. “All he lacks is confidence,” she remarked dryly.”

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Lisa Kleypas
Lisa Kleypas

Lisa Kleypas, born in 1964, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won the hearts of numerous readers. more

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