“Come on, Olive. Are you in or are you out?” I hate how much her answer affects my life.
Olivia drags her teeth over her plump lip and shoves her chips forward.
“I’m in.”
Holy. Shit.
“All bets down.” The dealer waves his hand over the table, and I swear the feisty woman next to me growls.
Rafe and Serena haven’t opted in this hand, instead watching as Olivia and I are dealt our cards.
Olivia has a six and a jack.
Sixteen. Not good when the dealer has a ten upcard, and we don’t know what his other card is yet.
I’ve got two eights.
Fuck . . . Time to make a decision.
Slowly, I slide an identical pile of chips next to the ones I’ve already placed and hold my fingers up in a V.
Olivia sucks in a breath as the dealer splits my eights. She leans over, and her breath dances along my ear. “I only bet on your original cards, Adler.”
“The right pile is the OG bet, St. James.”
Our dealer flips his other card—three.
He deals Olive her next card—ten. She’s out.
Guess I won’t owe her a favor.
My bet on the left gets a six.
A two is added on the right.
The dealer flips himself another two.
He’s got fifteen.
I look at Olivia as my next card hits the pile on the left—six.
I’m at twenty. Fuck.
The next card falls.
Holy shit.
It’s an ace.
Twenty-One.
Rafe and Serena freak the fuck out. I don’t even know how much money I just won.
Ignoring the dealer as he pays me out, I turn to Olivia.
“Blackjack, baby.”
OLIVIA
