Chapter 8
Cam couldn’t help but laugh when Ginger triumphantly slapped the messy pile of cards between them on the couch. They’d been playing for a while now, and he’d promptly discovered Ginger didn’t mess around when it came to cards. He’d played his share of various card games over the years, but didn’t have much of a competitive streak for it. He managed to beat her in a few games of rummy, but otherwise she mostly trounced him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. Nor could he remember ever being this attracted to anyone. Being in close quarters in the accidentally romantic candlelight sent l**t coursing through him. Ginger had seemed tense at points earlier in the evening, but once they started playing cards, she relaxed. She was sharp, funny, and so damn beaut
