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“Are we gonna keep playing or are you boys tired of losing?”

Someone scoffed and Damien tossed back his drink, in one go. “Oh, I can go all day shortie”

“Watch it,” Ian growled. "Last warning"

That infuriating smile remains and I get the feeling he was doing it to needle Ian which makes me smile.

I would never understand the dynamics of male friendships, they were constantly cursing out and ribbing at each other, the amount of curse words that flew about was enough to make me blush or feel the need to scrub my ear after this evening.

I let out a sigh of relief when Saint goes back to shuffling the cards and the game continues.

Crap, that was intense.

“I’m out” Ian announced, two games later, cards abandoned on the table. And only a handful of chips left.

“I can give you some of mine” was that allowed? He was kind enough to lend me some of his at the beginning after all.

He dipped his chin and I felt his breath fan my ear, trailing his fingers over my arm “I’d rather play with you