She takes his empty glass and shoots him a slow-burning look, playfulness tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Want me to blow on your chip while I'm at it?"

She appraises the layout seriously and lays down a six line bet, giving the croupier a brilliant smile.

"Go on, honey."

As the wheel starts spinning she moves past Gene, and quietly says:

"If you get lonesome, y'know where to find me. I trust you t'watch my winnin's."