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“Were you seriously making out that whole time?” Brock asks, his tone incredulous. “Did you even get a game to play?”
“We weren’t making out, were y’all?” Sutton asks, clearly still dazed from kissing Shaw.
My face flames. Brock gives his twin a flat look.
“Yes, Ariel and I were passionately making out while across the room from each other.” His tone is dry, but my cheeks still heat at the implication.
Shaw tosses a deck of cards to Brock. “It took us a while to find what we were looking for,” he says with a smirk.
“My parents have probably twenty decks of cards.” Brock throws the box on the coffee table like it’s covered in germs. “Could you please not make out while we’re under the same roof? She’s mysister.”
Shaw shrugs. “She’s my wife.”
Sutton giggles as they fall back onto the couch together. I shake my head, but I can’t help but smile. It’s nice to see my best friend so happy. While I might be unbearably jealous, I’m still overjoyed that she’s living out her dreams.
“I can’t believe I’m stuck here with you two,” Brock grouses.
“Well, believe it, because you are.” Shaw grins. “Now, who’s ready to get beat at rummy?”
Chapter twenty-three
Brock Jones
“You’re cheating!” Sutton points at Shaw, then looks at me. “He’s cheating, isn’t he?”
I nod. “It’s sad, really, that he feels he has to cheat among old friends.”
Shaw laughs in disbelief. “I am notcheating. You’re both just mad that I won the last two games and I’m about to win this one.”
I look at Ariel and raise a brow. She sets her cards down on the coffee table, folds her hands, and says, “He’s guilty.”
Shaw gapes. “You’re all guilty of being sore losers!”
“Majority rules, I’m afraid.” I hold out my hand. “You’re disqualified.”
Shaw slaps his remaining cards into my hand. “This is ridiculous.”
Sutton pats his shoulder with a condescending smile. He shoots her a glare, but doesn’t dare push away her hand.
“Okay, let’s finish this game,” I say, and play my turn.
A few turns go by when Sutton gasps. “He’s cheating too.”
I give her a flat look. Ariel laughs.
“Sutton, you can’t pull this off two times in a row,” Ariel says.
“Since when do you take his side?” Sutton asks.
Ariel glances at me. “You’re right. Guilty!” she shouts and points at me.
“You’re kidding,” I say, and they both shake their heads.
Shaw smirks. “Majority rules.”
I throw my cards on the table. “Fine, you two have at it. It’s the only way you could have won anyway.”
The girls smile at each other and continue playing. I meet Shaw’s gaze, and he gives a what-can-you-do shrug.
