Dylan only wanted to prove himself. After an illegal round of poker with the heir to a Casino in Vegas, he finds himself following a series of chances to do so with prices that may lead him into the bed of a venomous Ace. ... Dylan didn't even look at the cards laid the table, his eyes instead laser focused on his face. His sharp jaw line. His eyes. His nose. His lips. His pupils were enlarged, energy coursing through them. They bounced from one card to the next. The table cards. Hand cards. Table. Hands. Table. Hands. He held a stronger face this time, more tension in his high cheek bones. A tiny knit in his eyebrows. He was covering any emotion in face. Stone cold poker face.