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The Devil to Pay by Liz Carlyle6/24/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() " Les jeux sont faits!" In one elegant motion, he spun the tray and flicked the ball. He shoved a stack of chips onto black twenty-two, and returned the stare, one brow lightly lifting. In the dim light, she partially lifted the black veil which obscured her eyes, and shot him a look of frank interest. An exchange of backslapping and bonhomie followed. Just then, the gentleman between them rose, scraping up his winnings as he went. She waved away the smoke from a nearby cheroot and placed a corner bet, pushing three chips across the baize with a perfectly manicured fingertip. " Mesdames and messieurs," he said in his bad French accent, " faites vos jeux, s'il vous plait!" The pink blush of innocence still tinged the pretty Englishman's cheeks, and his bones were as delicately carved as her own.īut he was not innocent. He was young yes, younger than she preferred. Across the roulette table she studied him. He was not the sort of man she usually chose. Chapter One: The Strange Goings On in Bedford Place ![]()
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