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the small pan beneath the bandit She scooped them up and handed them toJordanwith a flourish.
    "Your winnings, sir!"
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    "What did I tell you? Tonight I am a lucky man. No more work, however. We're here to play." He took her arm and walked her through the crowd thronging the gambling floor. "There's an excellent group in the lounge."
    Alyssa knew later that she would never forget that night. It was a fantasy come to life. She moved through the exotic world of the Las Vegas illusion on the arm of a man who seemed to have materialized from it They didn't play at the tables, although they occasionally watched others gamble and spoke softly about the odds of various games, the house edge, the bewildering variety of people who came to throw their money away joyously.
    Through it all, Alyssa sensed a growing feeling of companionship, a closeness to this stranger. Jordan Kyle viewed the world oi cards and dice exactly as she did, as a complex set of problems in probability that could be manipulated to a certain extent by those rare individuals who had the intuitive feel for the math involved. Instead of being the victims of the wild ups and downs of chance that hypnotized the average player, they were in control of their luck. That single fact proved a bond. They were different from the rest, a man and a woman with a shared talent
    Jordan Kyle moved in his world with the subtle confidence of a man who knows he can control it, his firm grip on Alyssa telling her that he considered her his intellectual mate in this dazzling, glittering sphere.
    That realization brought up the inevitable question of whether or notJordanwas also seeking in her another kind of mate.
    The question was answered when he took her into his arms on the dance floor.

Two
    "Can we talk about the rest of the weekend now?" The rich, dark voice was a deeply seductive whisper asJordanpressed his mouth lightiy against Alyssa's hair. "Or at least the rest of the night? You must realize by now that I want you, honey."
    She was a little startled by the fine trembling she sensed in the hand that rested possessively against the small of her back. Alyssa doubted that there was very much that could cause Jordan Kyle to reveal any inner turmoil he might be experiencing. He'd had far too much practice wearing the polite, remote facade he used in this dangerous, glittering world he called home. The knowledge that she had the power to make his control slip even a little was deeply seductive in itself.
    "I'd rather not talk about anything except the present," she breathed. But her arms lifted to circle his neck, and her head found a natural place against the charcoal-gray shoulder of his evening jacket
    "Do you think the future will cease to exist just because you insist on dealing only with the present?" She could feel his strong, sensitive fingers on her back, moving with ravishing awareness, sending a thrill of almost feline pleasure up her spine. Such wonderful hands, Alyssa thought vaguely.
    "The future will arrive in due course. Why anticipate it?"
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    "When you work with probability theory the way we do, Alyssa, the future is always a factor,"Jordan growled half humorously.
    "Because the mathematics of chance rest on the concept of an infinite future?" she teased. "It may be true that the probable outcome of a spin of the roulette wheel can be calculated only because there are, in theory, an infinite number of spins which can be made," she went on in a lecturing tone. "But I," she added with mocking demureness, "am not a roulette wheel."
    "Meaning I can't possibly calculate my chances of having you in my bed tonight?"
    "Precisely. Save your mental energy for the gambling tables where the laws of probability apply." Alyssa lifted her head, gray-green eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips parted in a gently taunting smile