Page 54 of Road to Redemption

“Ooo!” Spencer straightened up. “I call dibs on her bra.”

“Fine, bra,” I scoffed. “You’re not getting it off me anyway.”

“Confidence looks good on you, Princess,” Leo smirked as she took a peek at her own cards. “Unearned as it might be. I’ll wager my shirt.”

“Ha-ha,” I rolled my eyes.

Leo’s bet ended the round. Dom discarded the top card from the deck before putting another into the communal pool. So far, there was the eight of spades, the ten of clubs, the three of hearts, and most recently, the nine of spades.

Combined with the eight of spades and the eight of diamonds in my own hand, I already had three of a kind according to my cheat sheet. Which wasn’t the worst hand, but certainly wasn’t the strongest.

There was the chance I could get four of a kind on the next deal, but at this point, I probably would have folded to spare myself another sock.

But that was before I had the mirror on my side. A glance at Dom’s hand showed me that, with two threes, she wasn’t in any better a position than I was. Still, she haughtily wagered her shirt, probably hoping to psych me out.

To my left, Leo was biting her lip thoughtfully, no doubt running through the possibilities for my hand as well as her own. I had no clue what her cards were, but if I had to guess, she wasn’t totally out of the running just yet.

And before I could finish comparing her potential straight to my three of a kind, Spencer folded. “Bunny’s buzzing. I don’t like my odds. I’m out.”

“Wise move,” I nodded. I tried to school my face, but it was hard to hide my excitement. As it stood, my hand was worse than hers, so it was a relief to have her out. And since Dom’s hand was worse than mine, all I really had to worry about was Leo. “I’ll raise from my bra to my underwear.”

“Is that a raise?” Dom grumbled.

“I’ll allow it,” Leo waved her off with a smirk. “I’ll bet my sports bra along with the shirt.”

“Let’s hope you don’t lose,” Dom shook her head before dealing out the final card: the final eight.

There’s no fucking way.

I tried hard to swallow back my grin. With four of a kind, my cheat sheet told me that my odds of winning had more than quadrupled. I wasn’t quite fast enough to do the math on what Leo might have but…

“I’ll wager my whole fucking outfit.” Dom blustered from behind her losing hand.

“Bra and panties,” I raised, taking one last peek at Dom’s hand through the mirror. Such a bullshitter.

Leo thought for a long hard moment before nodding. “There’s just no fucking way you’ve got me beat. I’ll bet my boxers too.”

Her confidence shook mine. I knew it wouldn’t take her so long to make a bet if there was really no chance. But had I miscalculated my odds against her?

On Leo’s mark, I flipped my cards face up on the table and held my breath. My eyes flicked between her hand and the cheat sheet, trying to figure out what she had. A straight, maybe?

“Four of a kind” Leo murmured, jaw slack from shock. “Damn, I can’t believe you beat me.”

“Told you I would.” I smirked. “I can’t believe you were so fucking cocky.”

But Dom narrowed her eyes at me, cards still clutched in her hand. “What are you talking about?”

My face went red as I realized that she hadn’t set her hand down yet. I wasn’t supposed to know that she had lost.

Shit.

“Oh, I just thought since you hadn’t shown us yet…” My eyes flicked nervously to the mirror. “Maybe I confused your hand with Spencer’s? Why don’t you show us…?”

But a glance down at Spencer’s cards showed that she had set her cards face down when she folded. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Dom looked over her shoulder, catching her shocked reflection in the mirror. “You little cheating bitch!”

Leo’s expression darkened protectively until she saw what Dom was looking at, and then a dark chuckle bubbled from her chest. “Oh my god, you didn’t.”