“So,” she said, pulling the sheet around her, once again. “You’re not the Jack of Hearts?”
“I can be,” he chuckled. “I’m very good at cards.”
“I was supposed to meet Jack at the station. You were the only one there. I just assumed. I mean, he and I have never met, there are no photographs, or descriptions, so….”
“Did you expect him to be bleeding?
“It happens more often than you’d think.”
“So, you usually pick up wounded guys at empty bus depots?” he whispered, running his fingers down the inside of her thigh. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Ace and I need to make some calls, so move,” she said, shoving him to the side, as she got up.
“Ace, as in the Ace of Diamonds?”
“Is that why you sparkle?”