Between Drake's nonexistent poker face and Merri's obvious inexperience, it seemed a bit like taking candy from babies, but what could she do? At least Ric might pose something of a challenge. She was not skilled at poker the way the gamblers she had known had been, but any woman who spent a few weeks in Cian Wilde's company - and his bed - was bound to pick up something. She would certainly get hosed among professionals, but here she thought she would clean up rather tidily.
"Don't worry, Merri," she said. "I'll remind you of the basics." Not that it would save him, poor thing, but no one could say she hadn't tried. She gave the quickest and simplest explanation possible before asking, "Gil, clothing, favors, or something else? It isn't any fun without a wager."