Chapter 38 **

“How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso. He quickly wrapped the other around his waist, before walking with her back down to the bedroom.

“I am actually quite good at it. My grandfather plays poker once a week and I’ve watched him for years.”

“But have you ever played?”

“Yes, often.”

“For stakes?” he asked as they entered the room. Sandra frowned, watching the man walk to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling two shirts out and handing her one.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he told her, tossing the towel aside to a nearby chair, then slipped the shirt over his head before he reached down to his discarded pants.

“Why? What did you have in mind?” She slipped on his shirt and looked around the floor for her panties. Creighton held up the very thin black material for her and smiled.

“You’ll have to make do with these, since you so graciously discarded your other on