Page 133 of Hearts Storm

Kurtis gathers the chips together and taps the table. “Who’s going to draw first? Logan?”

Shit. All I need is a ten of hearts, and I’ll have myself a royal freaking flush.

Without a word, Logan slides three cards face-down over to Kurtis.

“Cap’s fishing,” Taylor snickers.

Logan doesn’t even spare him a glance. “Shut it, Tay,” he growls, snatching up his new cards.

“Brex?”

Staring down at his cards, Brex’s brow furrows deep enough to rival Logan’s. He taps his fingers against the table, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Come on, man,” Alan urges. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“I’m contemplating my life choices right now, asshole, thank you very much,” he mutters, staring at his hand like it’ll change what he’s holding if he wills it hard enough.

“How many?” Kurtis asks.

Brex sighs dramatically before pushing two cards across the table. “Two.”

Handing him two replacements, Kurtis’s eyes land on me. “Reyna?”

Logan pops an eyebrow.

More than aware he’s trying to psych me out, I tilt my head with a small smile. “One.”

My heart does a ridiculous stutter as I hand over one of my queens and reach for my new card.

Fingers trembling, I lift the corner just enough to peek at what’s underneath.

Ten of hearts.

No. Fucking. Way.

Schooling my features, I press my lips together in a frown, attempting to keep my face from splitting into a grin giving myself away.

Logan narrows his eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, well. The corners of your mouth say otherwise.”

In my peripheral, I catch the other guys’ eyes happily ping-ponging back and forth between us, enjoying the show.

Brex hums softly under his breath, tapping his cards against the table. His gaze ticks from his cards up to me, then over to Logan before his shoulders sag and he blows out a frustrated breath.

“Ah, hell.” Lips twitching, he smacks his cards face-down, shaking his head. “Fold. Y’all are nuts.”

Wait. Did Brex just throw his hand?

“Jesus, Brex,” Kurtis groans.

“Yeah, well. You’ve never seen Reyna work a pole,” Brex replies without missing a beat, shooting me a wink.

Heat creeps up my neck as Kurtis gathers Brex’s cards before squaring the pot. “Betting’s open.”

Wicked light dancing in his eyes, Logan doesn’t even blink. “Raise.”