“What did I tell you?” Gabe cuts in, glancing up from his cards with a scowl. Rory pretends to lock her lips with an imaginary key. “Oops, I forgot. Gabe says you’re a snitch.” Mild amusement tugs on my lips; I throw my arm over the back of her chair and settle into the conversation. “Did he now?” “Uh-huh.” She gulps her wine. “Says you’ll squeal to my husband like a little pig.” “Is that right?” “Yup. And we don’t talk to snitches.” Gabe nods in approval, tosses the Jack of Diamonds on the table, then holds his fist out for Rory to bump.
this is killing meeeee
