C29 You better believe it

Her heart skipped a beat and started to gallop.

Jacob stood there, his hair loose and windblown, his face. haggard and unshaven. A silver dollar gleamed in his outstretched hand. "You've got one more coin to play, Annie," he said quietly.

She drank in the sight of his pale, weary, incredibly beautiful face. "I gave that dollar to you" she whispered. For luck."

He shook his head