He’s got jack shit.
“Check,” my challenger says.
Showtime, Grey.
Slowly, for full effect, I tap my finger on the green baize, then gather my chips together and place $50,000 into the pot. “Raise,” I state.
The dealer responds, “Fifty-thousand-dollar raise.”
My opponent huffs, picks up his cards, and tosses them in disgust into the center of the table. Inside, I’m dancing. I’ve made $134K. Not bad for forty-five minutes of play.
“I’m done,” says the lady beside me, and she nods in my direction.
“Thanks for the game. I’ve got to go, too.” I toss a generous chip to the dealer as a tip, gather the rest of my winnings, and stand.
“Good night.”
Elliot steps forward and helps me with my chips.
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” he says.
Just before midnight, we board the plane.
“I’ll have an Armagnac, Sara, thank you.”
“Now you start drinking!” Elliot exclaims.
“We all came out on top,” Mac observes. “Must be your luck rubbing off on us, Christian.”
“I’ll drink to that,” says Ethan.
I smile, settling into the plush leather of my seat. Yes. My win is a good omen. What a great way to end a most enjoyable evening.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
As we begin our descent into Boeing Field I reach for my seat belt and chuckle to myself. I’ve spent most of today buckling and unbuckling.
Elliot, sitting opposite me, looks up. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you. For today. It’s been amazing.”
at his watch.
acquitted yourself well as best man. Your one remaining duty is to make a speech. Doesn’t have to be a long one.”
Elliot pales. “Dude. Don’t remind me.”
“Yeah.” I make a face. “I’ve still got to write my vows.”
“Shit. That’s heavy.” He’s horrified. “But this time next week it’ll all be over. You’ll
“Yeah. And on this plane.”
“Cool. Where are you taking Ana?”
“Europe. But it’s a surprise. She’s never left the U.S.”
“Wow.”
“I know. I never thought that I, I would…I can’t…” My voice trails off as a sudden unexpected surge of emotion sweeps over me. Is it fear, exhilaration, anxiety, or
Fuck. I’m getting married.
Elliot frowns. “Dude, why? You’re a good-looking guy. You’re a douche, but, hey, that’s because you’re a master of the universe with a big swinging dick.” He shakes his head. “I never understood why you weren’t interested in any of Mia’s friends. They were always crushing on you. Man, I thought you were gay.” He shrugs.
I smile, knowing my whole family thought I was gay. “I was
“I think you found her.” His expression softens, but there’s
“I think I have.”
“Love suits you,” Elliot says, and I roll my eyes at him, because it’s possibly the sappiest thing he’s ever said to me.
“Get a room, boys,” Mac exclaims, and we touch down on the tarmac.
“I’m never going to let you forget
laugh. “Well, I’m just grateful I’m not handcuffed naked to a lamppost somewhere in Vegas.”
“Dude, if I ever get married, that’s exactly how I’d like to finish my bachelor party!” Elliot says.
“I’ll make a mental note.”
Elliot laughs. “Time to wake Ethan.”
Taylor is at the wheel of the Q7, driving Elliot and me back to Escala. Mac and Ethan, after some backslapping good-byes, have already left in a waiting
“It’s been a pleasure, sir.” His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, and even in the surrounding darkness I notice the amused crinkles in the corners. I take my phone out of my jacket pocket.
No messages.
“Have you
“Yes, sir,” Taylor responds. “Miss Steele and Miss Kavanagh are still out.”
What? I check my watch. It’s after one o’clock in the morning.
“Where is she?” I swallow my alarm and glance at
“At a nightclub.”
“Which one?”
“Trinity.”