" Have you had much luck tonight?” she asked.
His gaze slipped to the neat stacks of coins in front of her. “No’ as much as ye, my lady.”
She let her own stare trail across her piles of winnings. Shame sizzled against her cheeks.,,,
“Perhaps I’m lucky tonight myself,” he said.
The silky undertone in his voice crept up her back like the skilled swipe of a musician’s fingers strumming a harp.
“What do you mean?” Of course she knew what he meant, but the glint of flirtation in his eye begged her to prompt him for the compliment.
A golden dollop of honey dribbled to lure the bee.
And she buzzed ever closer.
He pulled his freshly dealt cards toward him. “Perhaps I’m lucky tonight because I’ve met ye. "

― Madeline Martin , Highland Spy (The Mercenary Maidens, #1)