Calling Your Bluff: An Enemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy (Betting on Love Book 3)

Prologue

“Can you grab me a glass of milk while you’re up?” I ask innocently as Maddox stands from the poker table.

He gives me a strange look. “Milk? Since when do you drink milk?”

I shrug, keeping my eyes focused on the cards I’m shuffling. “I hear it’s good for you or something. Trying to change things up, you know.”

He rolls his eyes as he heads toward the kitchen.

I hold my breath, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing while I wait.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

“MILLER!” Maddox bellows, and I finally crack a smile.

“What the fuck did you do this time?” Blake asks from across the table, where he and Cam are wearing identical expressions of confusion.

I let out a snort of laughter as Maddox holds a glass out, the liquid inside a milky blue. “I think your milk might be bad, Maddox,” I tease with a knowing look.

He places the glass on the table in front of me with just a little too much force. “Stay out of my fridge.” He stalks back toward the kitchen while the rest of us try to compose ourselves.

Blake pushes a hand through his hair, still laughing. “Dude, between your pranks and Holly being all hormonal with her pregnancy, Maddox might be getting close to the edge.”

I take a sip of the blue milk before I shuffle the cards again. “Just wait till he checks the fruit bowl. All the oranges have googly eyes.”

This earns me a laugh from Cam, which would normally make me happy. I live for pulling harmless pranks like this, making people laugh. But even the combination of the fruit eyeballs and blue milk isn’t doing it.

Look, I’m not complaining. My life is great: I have the best job in the world (playing poker), best family (my mom and Jordan are everything to me), the best friends, and I even live in Philadelphia, the best city in the world. What’s not to love?

I’m just… stagnant, I guess.

I don’t want to change anything, not really. Maybe just… shake it up. Maybe.