CHAPTER 11

Aaron eyed me over the top of his cards, and I brought my glass to my lips. We’d been at the table for an hour, but this was the first game I had played. If my daddy taught me anything, it’s that you don’t play poker ‘til you know a guy tells.

And I knew Mr. Stone was bluffing.

He studied me for a long moment before resting his elbows on the table and placing his cards facedown on it. “You’re bluffing.”

“Try me.” I licked my lips. “Unless you’re scared.”

The guys around the table watch us with amusement, and my fighting talk got an ‘oooh’ out of someone.

“Scared? Not of you, Bambi.”

I ignored the old pet name and tilted my head. “Show your hand.”

Slowly, he flipped the cards and spreaded them across the table in front of us. “Full house.”

“Ooooh,” came from the guys who all folded.

I shrugged a shoulder and sighed. “Dammit.”

George smirked.

“You should have listened.” I laid my cards out. “Four o