Andrew lifts his eyebrows, but remains silent.
“How about a bet?” Andrea continues, “If you win, I’m at your disposal, but if I win, send me and Gabby back to Aitkens’ house safe and sound. How’s that?”
“What do you want to bet?” Andrew asks.
Andrea slides the red amber into Andrew’s shirt pocket. Beneath the thin fabric of the shirt, his heart pounds wildly in his chest. She doesn’t know that her approach is causing the wild rhythm. The red amber seems to give off heat in response to its owner’s frantic heartbeat. Andrea takes a look at the jewels shielded in the glass case on the counter.
“If you’re betting on jewels today, then we’ll bet on them too,” she says.
“How?” Andrew asks.
“We look at them and guess their weight,” Andrew explains, “The person with the closest guess wins.”
