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It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that means.

Knox throws his head back and groans, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Lo, I love you, but you have the absolute worst poker face.”

“I can’t help that!”

“No, she can’t,” Cole laughs, picking up the cards from the middle of the table. “She literally can’t lie.”

I know Harlow had ulterior motives for having both Cole and me over for cards tonight, but I’m not complaining. Cole is a hell of a Euchre partner. This is our fourth game, and we haven’t lost a trick yet. We dominated Spades, too.

“I never said I was any good at Euchre,” Harlow says. “I’m shit at card games in general.”

“You’re cute,” Knox smiles. “It makes up for it.”

“It is actually sickening to be around you guys anymore,” I laugh. “When does the honeymoon stage end, Cole?”

“Not soon enough,” he grumbles.

“Why don’t you both go find your own happiness, then?” Knox says slyly, and he and Harlow smirk at each other.

I caught the look, and I know Cole did, too. I can see the blush spreading across his cheeks the same way as mine.

They’re fucking tag-teaming their torture of us.

“I need a fucking beer,” Cole says, pushing up from the table and walking to their fridge.

“Get one for me,” I shout. “I need another if I’m going to put up with their lovey eyes on each other all night.”

“Damn,” Harlow says. “You’re both drinking a lot tonight. You’ve each had several beers, Rory had two glasses of wine at dinner, and Cole is the biggest fucking lightweight I know.”

“Fuck off,” Cole chides, sliding back into his chair and pushing my beer across the table to me. “I don’t drink much during the season, so when I do drink, it doesn’t take much.”

Knox laughs. “You’re going to be a great time at Garro’s bachelor party, aren’t you?”

“I’m always a great time,” Cole smirks.

“That so, Pierce?” I say, raising my brow at him.

He winks in response, and what do you know, there’s a pool forming between my legs.

Goddamn him, getting me turned on around his fucking sister.

And I think he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He certainly wins this round.

“Well,” Harlow says, stretching her arms above her head, “I think I’m done getting my ass handed to me in cards tonight.”

“I need a new card partner,” Knox says, walking over and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend.

“You’re stuck with me,” Harlow smiles, leaning back against his chest.

“Worth it.” He kisses the top of her head.

“Get a fucking room,” Cole groans.

“Our room is down the hall,” Knox smirks. “We can do that easily.”

“You two as well,” Harlow adds, her smile turning devious. “You’ve definitely had too much to drink tonight.”

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