You looked at her—the way the wine had softened her mouth, the way her hair fell across one eye, the way she hadn’t once looked at her phone.
“Draw,” she said.
She grinned. “Draw until you can play. First to discard all cards wins. Loser of each round removes one item of clothing. Multiple items if you’re bold—but that’s house rules.” She winked.
“Read ’em and weep,” she whispered.
But she wasn’t talking about the game anymore.