“One hour.” I said more confidently than I felt, pulling the chips from the center of the table, bringing the total wager to three. I could feel her eyes on my exposed breasts as I leaned back in my chair.
She glanced down at her cards, then back at me. Everyone else had already settled amongst themselves and found a room for the night; just the two of us remained. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat in my face. We both knew she couldn’t fold, that there were no more hands after this one. The seconds ticked away on the clock.
She pulled matching chips to her side, calling my bet. Four cards sat in the center of the table, surrounded by empty shot glasses; I had two pair already, Kings and Tens, both hearts for me. The dealer, a neutral friend, dealt the final card.
A six of spades.
Useless to me. I’d really been hoping for the full house, but two pair still wasn’t bad.