I laid mine down with a smile. “Royal flush.” Angelo swore and pushed back from the table. “You’re counting cards, aren’t you? That has to be it.” Sienna snorted as she looked between the disgruntled men. “Pretty sure that’s blackjack, not poker.” Matteo’s chest shook with laughter. “Didn’t know you were such a sore loser, Angelo.” He kissed my cheek. “Now you have another ten grand to add to your charity.” “Yes, thank you all for your donations,” I said.
