All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
All In
His mouth is dry and his palms are sweaty, but Castle bets anyway.
Beckett looks at him speculatively before narrowing her eyes. "You're bluffing."
"There's one way to find out." He pushes the stacks of chips to the center of the table. "Why dont you make sure you know what the stakes are?"
Her nimble fingers sort quickly through the chips, but they falter when they uncover the small velvet box hidden beneath them. She opens it with trembling hands and lifts out the platinum and sapphire engagement ring.
She smiles as she slides it onto her finger. "I call."