Nick stretched his legs and rubbed his temples. The poker salon was noisy, smoky, and crowded. He’d spent the last few hours watching his mate bluff—and not just in poker. The bar was open and so was the kitchen. He’d escaped the boredom of pretending to be fascinated by watching Todd win some and lose some by ordering food and drinks. He now was waiting at the bar for them.
“How did you like the town?” The slave who was a waiter on the promenade slipped into the chair beside Nick.
“Oh yeah, that place was just a joy to visit,” Nick said. He looked over at the waiter and held out his hand. “I’m Nick.” His hand was gripped in a firm shake.
“Leo. Now you know why none of the riverboat slaves go ashore.”
“Hmm,” Nick mumbled.
“Have you thought about my offer?”
“I’m not interested in anyt
