ASHLEY
“Lose the shorts, Ash.”
I blink, stare down at the last card he threw.
Red queen. Again.
That bastard.
“You’re cheating,” I snap, slamming my cards onto the pile, the corners bent, my hand trembling with adrenaline. “You have to be cheating.”
Beckett grins. That lazy, infuriating, devastating grin that says I own you and we both know it.
“I don’t need to cheat to win, baby,” he drawls, lounging back on his elbows like he isn’t actively lighting me on fire with his stare. “You’re just that easy.”
My jaw drops. “Excuse me—”
“—To read,” he cuts in, cocky and slow and dangerous. “You’re easy to read. Your tell’s pathetic.”
I’m going to kill him. I’m actually going to launch across this goddamn floor and claw that smug look off his face and then maybe strangle him with the wai
