Dean’s POV
“Just because you’re awful at this, doesn’t mean I cheated,” I teased, sliding my fresh pile of Skittles into my bowl with a victorious grin. “I can’t help that I’m better than you,” I said with a shrug.
When Max first saw our game collection, she instantly declared we needed a weekly game night. “Everyone’s welcome,” she’d said with a mischievous glint, “if they can handle losing.”
Now the pack house buzzed with sugar-fueled competition and the table is a chaotic mosaic of Uno cards, Monopoly money, Battleship pieces, Operation tools, Twister spinner, and half-crushed candy strewn like confetti.
“Are they really gambling with Skittles during Uno?” Max whispered to Zane, who chuckled softly. His laughter rang out—bright, effortless, like sunlight breaking through storm cloud
