Cards, it had not been how Dawsonhad expected to spend their time. When Brook’s eyes had darted down the hall, he had high hopes of seeing her bedroom.She wanted him; he could see it in herbright eyes when he touched her hair whenshe opened the door to let him in. She wanted him as much as he did her, butshe was elusive once more as she had beenin LA. Perhaps it was because he had gone for solong without calling her. Maybe she had decided that despite theirattraction it was wiser for her reputation not to get further involved withhim. Brook laid down her winning hand and smiledwickedly at Dawson, then again maybe she was punishing him for being sothoughtless.
“You’re not verygood at cards.” Brook teased dealing the next hand.
“I don’t playvery often.” He admitted. “Not since my grandmot
