Chapter Twenty-Three
Diego
Harley tossed her cards on the table and let out something between a sigh and a growl. Glancing sideways, I asked, “What are you cranky about?”
“I never win,” she huffed.
“You won last night,” Grant interjected, apparently unaware of how much my sister did not appreciate being corrected.
Case in point: Harley’s eyes shifted to him. “Thank you for clarifying that I won a single game. I don’t know what I would’ve done without your reminder.”
Grant’s eyes widened, but he opted for silence. Tucker didn’t even bother trying to hide his snicker.
“You’re not supposed to notice things like that,” I commented to Grant. “Much less point them out.”
Grant shrugged easily. Not much got to Grant, not even my sister’s pointed comments. He organized his hand while Flynn
