Chapter 212

Draven's POV I couldn't shake the worry about Caroline and her friends, so I convinced them that while they enjoyed their girls' night at the Social Club's brunch room, we'd be playing poker at the casino. Close enough if needed, but not interfering with their evening. They protested loudly, but I didn't budge. Eventually they agreed with two conditions—we wouldn't approach their brunch room, and they'd call us when ready to leave. The poker game was intense, chips stacking and falling as conversation drifted to our women. Nate looked particularly smug, practically glowing about living with Eleanor. "I'm telling you guys, moving in with Elle was the best decision ever," Nate said, arranging his cards. "After seeing you and Caroline tie the knot, Draven, I've been thinking about how to propose. I've got some ideas sketched out." "Already planning the wedding?" Ryan laughed, tossing chips into the pot. "You're completely whipped, man." Nate shuffled his cards nervously. "I know she loves