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A Reputation for Notoriety. Diane Gaston
Читать онлайн.Название A Reputation for Notoriety
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isbn 9781472003850
Автор произведения Diane Gaston
Серия Mills & Boon Historical
Издательство HarperCollins
Her eyes widened. ‘You made certain they would be willing to play us again.’
He nodded. ‘Precisely.’
He smiled and his incredibly handsome face grew even more handsome. He’d been an excellent partner, she had to admit. She now possessed even more money than she’d won the night before. Still, she sensed he’d had motives of his own for partnering her, something that had nothing to do with trying to win at cards.
Another man hiding something.
She stood and extended her hand to him. ‘It was a pleasure, sir.’
His smile flashed again. ‘The pleasure was mine.’ He held her hand a moment too long for her liking. ‘What’s next for you? The hazard table?’
She shrugged. ‘Vingt-et-un, perhaps.’
‘Ah, there is a vingt-et-un table. Let me take you to it and see if we can get you in that game.’
Vingt-et-un was another game where she could exercise her skill. All she need do was remember the cards played and bet accordingly.
Xavier led her to the large round table with a dealer at one end and players all around. Xavier facilitated her entry into the game and it soon occupied all her concentration.
When the croupier reshuffled the cards, she glanced up.
Mr Rhysdale was again watching her. He nodded, acknowledging that she’d again caught him watching. She nodded in return and refocused on the cards.
Time passed swiftly and Celia’s excitement grew. She was winning even more than the night before. Her reticule was heavy with counters. She fished into it and pulled out her watch.
Quarter after three.
In only a few minutes her coach would arrive and she still must cash out.
Mr Rhysdale appeared at her elbow. ‘Almost time for your coach, madam?’
Her senses flared with his nearness. ‘Yes.’
He touched her elbow. ‘I will escort you.’
‘That is not necessary, sir.’ His attention made it hard for her to think. And to breathe.
He touched her reticule. ‘I cannot allow you to walk into the night alone. Especially with a full purse.’
As he had done the night before, he escorted her to the cashier and waited for her while the hall servant collected her wrap. He again walked her out the door and onto the pavement.
It had apparently rained. The street shone from the wet and reflected the rush lights as if in a mirror. From a distance, the rhythmic clopping of horses’ hooves and the creaking of coach wheels echoed in the damp air. Celia’s coach was not in sight.
Rhysdale stood next to her. ‘How did you find the cards tonight, madam?’
She closed her hand around her reticule. ‘Quite satisfying.’ She glanced down the street again. ‘Although I may not spend much time at vingt-et-un after this.’ She feared he would catch on that she had been counting the cards.
‘You did not lose.’ He spoke this as a fact, not a question.
She smiled. ‘I try not to lose.’
His voice turned low. ‘I noticed.’
Her face warmed.
‘You have an excellent memory for cards, do you not?’ he went on.
Her stomach knotted. He knew. ‘Is that a problem?’
‘Not for me,’ he responded. ‘Not as yet.’
Her hands trembled. ‘Are you warning me away?’
‘Not at all.’ His tone remained matter of fact. ‘If I saw you make wagers that would jeopardise my establishment, I would certainly warn you away from my tables, but, as long as you play fair, it matters not to me how much you win off of any gentleman brave enough to challenge you.’
‘Do you suspect me of cheating?’ The very idea filled her with dread.
And reminded her of her father.
He shook his head. ‘You are a skilled player.’ He paused. ‘I admire that.’
She relaxed for a moment, then glanced down the street, looking for Jonah, her coachman.
‘Who taught you to play?’ Rhysdale continued conversationally.
She averted her gaze, not willing to reveal the pain she knew would show in her face. ‘My father.’ Her throat grew dry. ‘He once was also a skilled player.’
Before he died.
She faced Rhys again, wanting to take the focus off of her. ‘And who taught you to play, sir?’
He made a disparaging sound. ‘Certainly not my father.’ He looked reluctant to tell her more. ‘I learned in school, but I honed my craft later when it became necessary.’
‘Why necessary?’ she asked.
It was his turn to glance away, but he soon faced her again. ‘I was living on the streets.’
She was shocked. ‘On the streets?’
He shrugged. ‘When I was fourteen, I had no one and nothing. I came to London and learned to support myself by playing cards.’
No one and nothing?
How well she remembered the desolation of no one and nothing.
She opened her mouth to ask why he’d been alone, what had happened to his parents, but her coach turned the corner and entered the street. She was silent as it pulled up to where they stood. As he had done the night before, he put down the steps for her and opened the door.
He took her hand and helped her inside, but did not immediately release it. ‘Will you come play cards again, madam?’ His voice seemed to fill the night.
She wanted to return. She wanted to win more.
And she wanted to see him again.
All seemed equally dangerous.
‘I will return, sir.’
He squeezed her hand.
After he released her and closed the coach door, Celia could still feel the pressure of his fingers.
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