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See Right Through


Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Sara Winters


Cover photo copyright Csiger | Dreamstime.com






Dev stared at Sammy over the table, his dark eyes narrowed to slits. The tip of his tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he pressed them into a thin line, his concentration on the chess board between them. It would work this time, as it always had. Sam was as easy to read as the play book he left laying around the house. With chess, one always had to think three steps ahead. Sam Marshall, though smart, could rarely see the bigger picture. That's what made him an easy mark. It's what made him swear off playing poker with his friends. And that's why Devin Salvo had smiled when he'd made his last move, confident this game would end in yet another win for himself.

Sammy drummed his fingers next to the board. The battered card table shook slightly. “You're only stalling the inevitable,” he said. “I'm going to beat you.”

He paused and Dev watched the telltale dart of his eyes to one side before Sammy returned the steady gaze.

“Seriously, it's long past time for lunch,” Sammy continued. The babbling was another giveaway. Dev had this in the bag. “I'd like to get something to eat before I pass out.”

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