Chapter 72

“Ashford!” I yell out just as he shot his pool stick out, driving it into the tabletop.

His head whips up and he stares at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. I hear heavy footsteps come up beside me and feel a massive arm wrap around my waist before I start feeling myself pulled into a man’s side. My gaze moves from Ashford to take in the huge man holding me.

“We don’t get a lot of pretty girls down here. Why don’t you come and sit with me? You can watch me win the poker game. You can be my good luck charm,” his smoke roughened voice grates in my ear.

I squirm out of his grip and my eyes land on Ashford again. His mouth has moved into a barely-there smile that I struggle to tell if it‘s more mocking or friendly. “She’s with me,” he tells the guy that’s still trying to tug me away with him.