Slow Burn. Cherry Adair

      “I’m a lousy actress, Nick. Jeez-Louise, I’m not even a good poker player. How am I supposed to pull this off?”

      “You’ll figure it out.” Nick, still holding her hand, looked up as the door opened and Luke walked in.

      “Ah, here’s our meal ticket.” He rose, tugging Catherine up beside him, then wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “About time you made it back, old son. Catherine and I are starving, and you’re buying lunch.”