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Zander studied her as she bit her lip.
“Um, I don’t know. I like numbers and I have a good memory for them. All I need to do is see a sequence of numbers once and I can remember them.”
He was aware that they were all staring at her, only Miles and Honey weren’t here.
“You remember them?” Eli asked with disbelief.
“Can you do that for everything?” Webb asked.
“No, just numbers.”
Ammo got up and grabbed a pad and pen. He was always the most disbelieving of them all. He wrote something on it, then sat across from her. “Okay, I’m going to show you a series of numbers then you repeat them back.”
She looked to Zander. He just shrugged at her. “Up to you if you want to play, Little Thief.”
She straightened her shoulders and gave Ammo a challenging look. “Hit me.”
He turned the pad around, and she quickly glanced at the pad. “All right.”
“You don’t want more time?” Eli asked incredulously.
“No.”
Ammo turned the pad around. “Go.”
“Seventeen, eight, ninety-nine, thirty-four, two, eleven, seventy-one, one hundred and twenty-two, twenty-one, six and forty-eight.”
Eli let out a low whistle. “She right?”
“Yep,” Ammo replied, watching her curiously.
Damn, he was proud of her. She had such a low opinion of herself. She didn’t seem to think she was special. But Zander knew she was wrong. Fuck, he was so proud that his dick was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
“You count them, don’t you?” Webb said with awe. “The cards. That’s how you keep winning.”
“Uh, yeah.” She winced. “I know I’m not supposed to, but I like to win.” She glanced at him, seemingly waiting for him to say something.
“Good job, baby.”
“You’re not upset with me?”
“Why would I be?” he asked, confused.
“For cheating.”
He snorted. “My motto has always been to win by any means necessary.”
The others all nodded.
“Damn, girl, you could make a killing at the casinos,” Webb said.
“Or not.” Zander scowled at him. Far too dangerous. She could get caught.
“Could have some other interesting implications,” Eli said. “Not sure how, but she could be an asset.”
Zander turned his scowl to him. “Keira isn’t an asset, she’s mine.”
“We get that, man,” Webb soothed. “But Keira’s brain is special and if there’s any way she can use it to help, well . . . it would be a waste not to, right?”
