Pete laid out the Flop cards - another ten and two aces.
I had a beautiful Full House - Aces over Tens. I noticed Pete frowned slightly and he sat back a bit in his chair. Pete always sat forward when he
had a good hand. I could tell he had two lousy cards.
“I raise four,” I said nonchalantly, casually tossing my chips to the center of the table. I didn’t want to give away that I had an awesome hand.
Ryan was mangling a drink swizzle straw in his teeth. He glanced at me as he slid the straw around in his mouth. He played with his chips for a
moment, and then scratched his eyebrow with his thumb. He was stalling.
“I see your four and raise you four,” he replied.
“Fold,” Cal announced sadly. He tossed his cards and pressed back in his chair.
“Ah, I fold too,” Pete grumbled. I snickered to myself… I knew that was coming.
It was my turn again. I counted my chips; I had sixty dollars left and a strong Full House. I was thinking about how Ryan scratched his eyebrow –
was he nervous or bluffing?
“I’m all in.” I pushed all my chips towards the middle of the table.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed on me and he had a serious expression on his face. His lips pursed and twitched a bit around the straw that wiggled in
his mouth.
“How much was that?” he asked, nodding at my chips.
“Sixty,” I replied.
He picked fifty-six dollars off his pile of chips and tossed them into the center. He still had chips left.
“Let’s see what you got, sweetheart.” He grinned, raising his eyebrows at me.
I flipped my Ten and Ace over. Ryan had two Tens. We both had Full Houses, but my hand was higher. We looked at each other and smiled. It
wasn’t over yet.
Pete laid out the turn card. It was a useless Nine of spades. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was still winning.
The last card, the river card, was a Four of diamonds.
“Yes!” I said quietly.
Ryan chuckled, knowing that he just lost. He stretched back in his seat, and then ever so casually patted and rubbed my back as I pulled the chip
pile to my chest. The sensation of his touch sent a tinge of electricity through my body.
Ryan squeezed my shoulders when we stood up to walk away from the table. His grip felt amazing on my achy muscles. It had been a long time
since I let any man get close enough to touch me that way. I was starting to turn to putty under his fingers.
“Good play!” he whispered his private compliment in my ear. I felt the warmth that emanated from his lips caress my skin. His chest pressed
lightly into my back. A million tiny impulses fired through my body.
“I’m impressed. Remind me to take you to the casinos sometime,” Ryan joked with me.
Cal and Gary walked over to the pool table and everyone else followed them. We all needed a short break and a stretch from sitting.
I quickly stepped behind the bar and grabbed a metal mixing cup, which I spun across my palm. I hadn’t been in this good of a mood in a long
time.
I just started pouring the vodka when Ryan joined me at the bar.
“What are you making?” he asked.
“Mind Erasers.” I smiled. “It’s first break shot time.”
“Sounds good! I’ll take two,” Ryan said, winking at me.
Ryan walked aside of me as I carried a tray of shot glasses over to the poolroom.
“Don’t you dare try and trip me!” I joked with him after he gave me a nudge. I kicked the bottom of his foot as he was taking a step. He started
laughing.
“This is a beautiful pool table, Taryn,” Cal said. “Do you think we might be able to bring some people from the set here one night? I think
everyone could use a relaxing, fun night like this.” His eyes flashed over to Ryan. Ryan was nodding in agreement.
“I guess so.” I looked over at Marie. “I suppose I can shut down one night for a private party.”
“We’ll cover your losses for a night if you’d be willing to do that for us,” Cal said.
“You’ll just have to let me know what night and we can arrange something,” I replied.
Cal and Gary played a game of pool and then Pete and Ryan played Cal and Gary as teams. Pete and Ryan dusted them. The guys got along
great together.
“Are we going to play another round of poker or what?” Ryan asked out loud as he was putting his pool stick back on the wall rack. “I’d like an
opportunity to win some of my money back,” he kidded me, giving me a finger poke in my stomach.
His eyes were absolutely mesmerizing as he looked at me.
“Good luck with that!” I teased him and tugged on the straw in his mouth. Ryan clamped his teeth down hard on his straw and playfully snarled at
me.
We all gathered back at the table to play the next round of poker. Everyone was concentrating on their cards; it was eerily quiet. Ryan and I had
already pushed and kicked each other under the table a few times and we were both smiling from our secret.
Pete broke the silence first. “You know what I could eat right now?” he asked out loud as he was stacking his chips.
“Pussy?” Gary answered immediately.
“Gary!” Marie yelped and smacked him in the arm.
Ryan was taking a sip from his glass; he just about spit his beer all over himself, breaking out in a laugh.
“What?” Gary flinched away from Marie. “He asked, I just answered. Sounds like a perfectly good thing to eat right now, right guys?”
“You’re driving him home!” I pointed at Marie while laughing.
“Although I have to agree with Gary, I was actually thinking about those juicy steaks Taryn grilled for us a couple of weeks ago. They were
delicious!” Pete ran his tongue over his lips.
“See? Pete has juicy meat on the brain,” Gary teased.
“No, I think you have juicy meat on the brain,” Marie groaned. She shot her elbow into his ribs.
I smiled and laughed with embarrassment. My friends were nuts.
“Ryan, do you like pus…steak?” Pete asked.
“Yeah.” Ryan nodded and smiled shyly.
“You almost asked him if he…!” Gary was laughing hysterically as he pointed at Pete. He couldn’t even finish his own sentence. He turned a few
shades of red while coughing and trying to catch his breath.
Ryan looked down in embarrassment, but he was still grinning when he rolled his gaze over at me.
Pete ignored Gary’s outburst. “Well this girl here grills one hell of a steak,” he stated proudly, pointing a finger at me.
“They were the best steaks I’ve ever had,” Tammy agreed.
“What can I say?” I shrugged. “It’s good that I get to use my college education.”
“Where did you go to college?” Ryan asked conversationally.
“Brown, in Providence. Economics/Business – sirloin steak major,” I declared.
“So are you going to grill me another steak soon, or what?” Pete wanted to get back to the point.
“Pete, you know I’ll grill for you any day of the week!” I love cooking for my friends.
“So where do you grill these wonderful steaks?” Ryan asked.
“On the roof.” I laughed.
“No really.” Ryan looked confused.
“On the roof!” I repeated with a giggle. “The top of my building is flat. I have a garden patio up there. We have excellent summer parties, right
guys?” My friends all confirmed. “You can see the ocean from up there too,” I continued.
“A steak does sound good right now,” Cal agreed.
“Okay, let me ask this. How many people were you thinking about having here for this private party?” I asked Cal.
“Maybe ten or twelve people?” he summed.
“And would you mind if my four friends here attend this gathering?” I asked.
“Sure, they’re welcome. Absolutely,” Cal confirmed.
“You tell me what night, and I’ll grill steaks. How does that sound? Then everyone will be relaxed, happy, and well-fed.”
Ryan slid his foot under my leg. Our legs were touching now under the table and I was hyper-aware of his presence.