The clatter of dice against a felt-lined board startled Lisa out of her script reading, and she rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair and letting her head fall back as far as it would. “Boys! Some people are trying to concentrate over here!”
“Apologies, your highness,” Hugh shot back, not even turning around to face her. Greg was eyeing the board suspiciously.
“Are tu very sure that last mover was legal?”
“We’re playing British rules, are we not?” Hugh tried, and Greg burst out...
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