“If it’s any consolation, you’re not losing everything. You’ve won every game of Mario Kart we’ve played.” He lets out a soft laugh. “Yes, but you’re so bad I’m surprised you’re allowed to have a driver’s license in real life.” I scowl. “Fighting talk for a man who owns casinos yet can’t grasp the basic rules of UNO!” Biting back a smile, he drops his gaze to my collarbone. “I’m not concentrating on the rules, Queenie. Come here.”
