Courtesy of being Zane's wife, I barely have to ask before chips are placed in front of me. The dealer gives me a polite nod as a neat stack is pushed my way.
"For you, ma'am."
A few of the men at the table exchange amused glances. One chuckles.
I smile sweetly, picking up my drink.
I'm already locked in, because now it isn't just curiosity. It's competition.
The cards are dealt smoothly, the soft flick of each one against the velvet table making my pulse sharpen with excitement.
First round…..i play cautiously, looking a little uncertain and hesitant.
I let my brows furrow slightly, pretending to think harder than I need to and just as planned….. i lose.
One man grins, another smirks.
"Oh, sweetheart," one says with fake sympathy, "you'll get it."
I give them a soft, almost embarrassed laugh.
"Beginner's luck, I guess."
Second round...Same thing, I fumble just enough and miss just enough then Lose again.
