“Naomi. Now,” I said, hooking my thumb toward the door. “Hold your horses, Viking.” She carefully counted out equal shares of the chips and started returning them to their original owners. Grim shook his head and covered her hand with his tattooed one. “You won fair and square. You’re keeping the winnings and you can have my stake.” “Oh, but I couldn’t,” she began. “I insist. And when I insist, people do what I tell them.”
