The cursor was blinking on the screen, but none of them were looking at it anymore.

Fred leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms above his head, and let out a slow breath. His shirt rode up just a little, revealing a strip of pale skin above his jeans, and Amara quickly looked away.

"I won," he said.

She didn't answer. She could see her own reflection in the dark monitor next to hers, and her face looked small and tight, as if she'd been holding her breath for too long.

He stood up and wal