In Spades (The Beaufort Poker Club, #4)

by Maggie C. Gates

But honest to goodness, that woman knocked me on my ass every time I saw her.

I thanked my lucky stars that I had a photographic memory, because this was a moment I never wanted to forget.

Smiling, I said, “Check your price tag. You’re not on clearance. You are top shelf, sweetheart.”

“Don’t bother yourself with the opinions of unimportant people. Unimportant people are quick to criticize and slow to support. It's a pity that people are so concerned with cramming love into a one-size-fits-all box instead of just celebrating it.”

For the first time since I’d met Steve, he looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. “Would you rather be right or be happy?” he asked.

Isaac nodded in approval. “Don’t put all your chickens in one basket.” Chase rolled his eyes. “It’s don’t count your chickens before they hatch, dumbass.” “It’s don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” Bridget clipped before adding, “Dumbass.”