“Did you do it?” Winnifred holds my gaze, looking childlike in her innocence. With the whole room watching, I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, smirking. “I have one issue, Winnifred.” “Just the one?” She blinks innocently before relenting. “And what’s your issue?” “I never play to lose.” Her eyes, as pretty as bluebonnets, are still on mine. An uncharitable thought crosses my mind. She’d probably look ten times better in Grace’s aquamarine earrings. Seeing her in nothing but those earrings would bring me a lot of joy. Oh well. Maybe Grace will misbehave and dump me soon, and I’ll take up a
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