Chapter Fifteen
Gabriel
“Hell, yeah!” Diego said, raising a fist in the air as he laid down a winning hand on the coffee table with his free hand.
Flynn, who often won, simply grinned and pushed the small pile of coins across the table to Diego.
Seconds later, he was collecting cards and shuffling them for another round. I leaned back into the couch cushions, rolling my achy shoulder. “Can you grab me a beer?” I called when Grant stood and walked into the kitchen.
We were at the staff house, a house we’d built two summers prior. Once the resort had gotten busy, it was clear the staff needed somewhere else to stay other than occupying needed guest rooms. These days, I lived here with Grant, Tucker, and Harley, Diego’s younger sister. Lately, Diego was mostly over at Gemma’s.
It was al
