Huston won three hands in a row, and all the money Ava had won from me was now his. She called out to Noah as she usually did, "Noah, help me with my hand."
"Ask Rodney to help," Noah might have been avoiding suspicion, given that I was right there. He turned to Huston and asked, "Why do you keep yawning? Did you stay up late last night?"
Huston smiled, "Yeah, didn't get much sleep."
It felt like an unspoken code, with the men teasing each other. Ava couldn't join in the laughter, though. Noah had drunk quite a bit but wasn't drunk. In this state, he was clingy, asking me to feed him fruit and help him unbutton his shirt when he felt hot. Nine out of ten things he said were to call me Honey.
"When are you two planning to get married?"
Noah kissed my hand, "Whenever my wife decides."
I responded half-heartedly, sneaking a glance at Huston, only to be caught by him. I couldn't read his expression, but I could tell he wasn't happy.
Huston got up with his phone in hand. "You guys keep playing; I'm heading back."
A friend whistled, "Got someone waiting for you at home, or someone coming over later?"
Huston's eyes flicked over to me. "Who knows?"
Ava stood up as well. "We should all head home."