'I have to stay calm. Don't let Ryder Sharp see that something's off.'
"Do you want to win?"
"Of course I do. Otherwise, someone's going to blame my bad luck again," Sylvie Lockwood grumbled.
Ryder Sharp chuckled softly.
They were close, and when he laughed, his warm breath washed over her face. Sylvie Lockwood's fingers tightened on her mahjong tile, and she started to feel uncomfortable all over again.
Beneath his clean, masculine scent, she caught the faint smell of tobacco on his breath.
"Have you been smoking again?" Sylvie Lockwood asked in a low voice. "Didn't you and Sebastian promise to quit together?"
"You can smell it?"
"A little."
"You don't like it?"
"It's fine. I just thought you had quit." Sylvie Lockwood really did think he had quit smoking.
"I was feeling annoyed, so I stepped out for one."
"..."
