When Trager stands up and tries to lunge, Ryder steps between the two red-faced players. I don’t know what he says to Trager, but whatever it is, it stops the guy cold. “God, that’s hot,” Whitney breathes. “Breaking up a fight?” I ask, amused. “No, he managed to shut Trager up. Goddamn miracle right there.” “Sexiest thing anyone could ever do,” agrees Cami, and we all laugh.
