Grace Webb has no intention of looking back.
She keeps looking at the card in her hand, as if she can win regardless of what situation she finds herself in.
Until...
Cold drops of water fall onto the skin of her thigh.
A cool sensation rushing up.
Then, she pauses slightly and lowers her gaze.
Above her thigh, an arm hangs down. Green veins protrude from the forearm, the sexy vein pattern extends downwards. The man's hand is large, as if he holds the wine glass casually. The wine is chilled, and after some time, water trickles down the outside of the glass. Coincidentally or not, it drips onto her thigh.
Grace Webb doesn't even raise her gaze, even freeing a hand to slowly wipe away the drop of water.
Then she plays her hand.
Her every move becomes the center of attention.
No one is immune to her attraction.
Dax Harrison watches the woman quietly.
With a slight curve at the corner of his lips, he leans over, hand supports him on the table, "Coincidence."
