Memories of the two nights he’d spent with her came flooding back.

How he’d gently undressed her on their marriage night. How his hands had felt on her skin that night in Bath. The sensations that had erupted—

She bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She’d promised herself never to think of the nights she’d spent with him. Never. He’d thought her wealthy then.

How like a gamester. When holding Aces and Kings all full of bonhomie, but if the hand contained twos and threes…

She would show him she was more than a widow hand, the hand dealt but left on the table for no one to play. She would be in the game at last and she would win.

The widow hand would win.