To everyone's surprise, a telltale flush crept up Michael's neck, and he looked away.
And he stole a glance toward Maeve, who was standing a short distance away talking quietly to Andres.
Maeve didn't notice, but Andres did. His gaze snapped to Michael's, sharp and instant.
Michael just smiled back, pulled out his phone, and donated five hundred dollars to the charity QR code.
He did it so fast Carson barely processed what he'd seen.
Corbin stared at him. "Seriously, Michael? We're friends. And you're hiding this from me?"
"Come on. Tell me the truth. While I was away, did you meet a girl who got under your skin?"
"What's her name? Who's her family? Why didn't you bring her out with us?"
Michael shot him an annoyed look.
"Read the rules," he said. "I donated. That means I can refuse to answer anything."
Corbin:
…and just like that, the first round was over.
As the second round was about to begin, Maeve spoke up.
"Give me the dice you've used. I'll handle them."
She took the dice from Corbin and Michael, then placed them on an empty table exactly as they'd landed.
Then she pulled out two brand-new sets.
"Every round uses fresh dice. All used ones go on that table."
Carson's curiosity only grew. "Why line them up? A souvenir display?"
Maeve smiled and nodded. "Exactly. A souvenir."
Landon privately thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but out loud he played the gentleman.
"Now I'm curious," he said smoothly. "What kind of surprise is Miss Vance planning?"
Maeve's tone was calm, confident—almost cheerful.
"Something Mr. Hart will remember for the rest of his life."
The game continued.
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