The Destiny of Violet and Luke(69)

I lift my cards up and peek under them. “If we were playing strip poker, you’d lose after one hand since you’re only wearing a towel.”

He picks up his cards, pressing back a smile. “Yeah, but I won’t lose.”

“That’s awfully arrogant of you.” I flip over three cards on the bed, lining them up between us.

His mouth gradually expands to this know-it-all smile. “I know.”

I turn over my cards and he gives me this strange look. “There’s no point in hiding what we have since we’re not actually raising the stakes.”

He smiles. “I’m keeping mine hidden, so go ahead and deal another.”

I do what he says and the next card I deal is an ace. I have one, but I don’t get excited just yet. Even though the odds are in my favor, doesn’t mean they’ll end up that way. First rule of cards. And of life.

Luke’s expression is a mixture of inquisitiveness and boredom, which makes no sense since the two don’t really go together. “Deal the last card,” he says.

I turn it over and lay it down. None of the cards are suits and there’s nothing close to a flush or run. I have a good chance of winning or at least tying if he’s lucky enough to have an ace.

“What are you smiling about?” Luke wonders, rearranging his cards. “Maybe I have an ace, too.”

“I didn’t know I was smiling,” I say, biting my lip to stop. “What do you got?”

He places his cards down and my elation instantly sinks. “What can I say?” He rubs his jawline thoughtfully. “I must be lucky.”

I scrunch my nose at his cards. “How is it even possible for you to get pocket aces?”

“Any hand’s possible.” He relaxes back on the mattress on his elbows and the towel slips open just enough that I can see his thighs. “Now I get to ask a question.”

“Go head.” It doesn’t mean I’ll tell the truth. “Ask away.”

His legs spread apart a little and I swear I can see his balls. “Tell me why you jumped out the window that night.”

I don’t miss a beat. “I was tripping on acid and I wanted to see if I could fly.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen people tripping on acid before and you definitely weren’t.” He tosses his cards aside and overlaps his hands on his lap. “Come on, Violet. Tell me the truth.”

I frown. “I really don’t want to.”

“Well, you have to. It’s part of the game.”

I waver, biting my fingernails. He’s taking all the fun out of the moment and replacing it with pressure. “Would you believe me if I told you I was trying to fly?”

“Were you?” His body goes rigid. “Were you trying… Did you do it on purpose?”

I drop my hand to my lap. “You think I’m suicidal?”

“I don’t know what to think,” he says, swallowing hard. “That’s why I’m asking you.” His voice comes out off pitch, troubling, and I wonder why.

“I’m not. I promise.” I pause, trying to shake the emerging feelings out of my body. “What about you? Why were you looking for a fight that night?”

He shakes his head. “You haven’t won a hand yet, so I don’t have to answer.”

I lower my gaze to his cards on the bed. “How the hell did you end up with two aces?”

“I guess I’m just lucky.”

“Luck doesn’t exist.”

We stare at each other stubbornly and then reluctantly I give up, which might be a first for me. But I’m still determined to win the next hand and get an answer from him to level the playing field.

“I was running from a couple of guys,” I say as I collect the cards from the bed. I can’t believe I just gave in to him like that. “That’s why I jumped out the window.”

“Why were you running from them?” He hands me his discarded cards and I add them to the top of the deck.

“No way.” I scoot the cards across the bed toward him. “That would be two questions and you only won one.”

He picks up the cards with a smirk on his face. “That’s okay. I’ll just ask you after I win the next hand.” He shuffles the deck and deals out the cards, looking so pleased with himself.

I end up losing that next hand and he asks me the same question I refused to answer earlier, and then waits patiently for me to respond.