You know you're smarter than all of them, right? Hale said flatly.In fact, if you wanted to PROVE it...He glanced at the blackjack tables.Simon shook his head. I don't count cards, Hale.Don't? Hale smiled. Or won't? You know, technically, it's not illegal.But it's frowned upon.Sweat beaded at Simon's brow. He sounded like someone had just suggested he swim after eating... run with scissors... It is SERIOUSLY frowned upon.

I didn't know there were this many math guys, Hale said as they stepped onto the crowded concourse.Kat cleared her throat. And women, he added. Math women.

Kat, Hale groaned, then fell back onto the pillows.Funny, I didn't hear a doorbell.I let myself in; hope that's okay.Hale smiled. Or the alarm.She stepped inside, tossed a pocket-size bag of tools onto the bed. You're due for an upgrade.Hale propped himself against the antique headboard and squinted up at her.She returns. He crossed his arms across his bare chest. You know, I could be naked in here.