Chapter Thirteen
“And that’s two.” Mia lays down all her cards. “Gin Rummy, baby.” She does a little shimmy with her ass on the couch.
“Three out of five?” I ask, pulling all the cards my way to start shuffling.
She grabs a handful of pretzels and leans back on the couch. “Don’t say anything.” She points a twisted pretzel my way.
“Hey, I’ve said nothing.” I hold up my hands and then go back to shuffling. “You want a beer to chase them?”
Ding, a pretzel hits my head. I pick it up and throw it at her. She throws two more at me, and they fall to my chest. Picking it up from my lap, I pop it into my mouth and eat it.
I pass out the cards and she sits up straighter, poised and ready to win her third in a row. She’s lucky I’m not that competitive with her.
“So, that truce we agreed on?” I
