Page 48 of Fall For Me
I’m going to kill him.
“Aiden, behave,” Cammie scolds, tapping him on the arm with the back of her hand.
“Awe, Sunshine. I’m just messin’.” He leans over and kisses her.
Wait, what?! My head whips back to them, and I swear to God, I just heard a record scratch. I cast a glance around the waiting room. No one looks shocked in the least bit, not even Dad. A pang radiates throughout my chest.
What they do isn't your business, Hannah.
“One day you’re going to have a daughter, Brodie. Remember this moment when someone is ‘just messin’,”Dad says, drawing my attention from Aiden and Cammie.
“Oh, hell no. I’m not having any kids,” Aiden says as I sit down next to Sean and wait for the next hand so he can deal me in. My eyes flick up to Dad’s, and he tosses me a knowing wink.
After a few hands of listening to Sean, I say, “Let’s make it a little bit more interesting. How about we place some real wagers on this game?”
“Oh, you’re on,” Aiden says at the same time Sean argues, “Rebel, I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
“I’m in,” Dad adds.
I raise one eyebrow at Sean as he looks between Dad and me. “You doubting your mad teaching skills there, Mac?”
“I'm not.”
“Do you think I’m not good enough to play for real money?”
“I don’t think that at all, baby,” Sean says, though I’m not quite sure I believe him.
Dad snorts out a laugh, and my eyes lift to his.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Shuffle up and deal,” Dad says.
Fumbling with the cards, I lay them on the table and swipe them around like an amateur and catch Sean looking at me in mock horror.
“I can’t do all that fancy schmancy stuff that you can.” I laugh and stack the cards, passing them over to him to cut.
We play a couple of hands, and I lose a few hundred, but on the third round, I gain a pocket pair of aces. On the flop, Aspen deals an ace, a ten, and a deuce out on the table. Everyone checks, and I follow with a check. A ten is thrown down on the turn.
Let the betting begin.
I check. Dad bets. Cal folds. Aspen calls. Cammie folds. Aiden calls. Sean raises. I keep my poker face in place and reraise Sean.
His head whips in my direction. “Did you just check raise me?”
“Is that what it’s called?” I feign ignorance.
He’s gotta know I’m hustling the hell out of them by now. Surely. Sean is smart. Really freaking stupid smart. He studies me with analytical eyes, and my brows tug into a frown.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”
Shaking his head, he covers his cards and looks at his hand again.
Everyone folds . . . except for Sean. He calls.
It’s just me and him.
Head-to-head.
