At least we don’t have to worry about him for a while. Charlotte’s turn comes next and she misses a chance at a pocket.
Gunner steps up to the table, and as she walks away from it, she stops.
“It’s gotten hot in here, hasn’t it?”
I nod, trying to suppress a giggle.
She untucks the baggy sweater she’s wearing from the front of her jeans and slowly pulls it up her body. The top she has on underneath rises just a little, revealing a sliver of skin as she pulls it over her head and swooshes her hair.
My eyes flit to Gunner, who is planted to the spot, his eyes staring at the little naked strip on Charlotte’s stomach. I look at Damien, who is obliviously talking to Callan.
“Gunner,” she says.
He shakes his head. “Yea,” cough, “Yes?”
“It’s your turn,” she replies and smirks at me.
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