It has multiple levels, expensive drinks, and well-maintained billiard tables. Back in the day, I’d been good enough with the stick to shake down the arrogant and inebriated, but my skills were too rusty to try that trick now.Billie had accompanied me for the preliminary portion of my plan—spotting the mark. Together we kept a close eye on the street-level entrance as we racked up for eight-ball. She’d curled her hair for the occasion and sported a short pink dress that showed off her blossoming décolletage. I kept glancing at her belly, then yanking my eyes back to her face.She sat on the edge of the table, cue in hand. “Skip’s in trouble again, huh?”I banked a clean one off the side, taking down the two. “Maybe a little. But I’m hoping I can prevent that from turning into a lot.”“I thought he’d settled down with Nate.”“You know Skip. Can’t resist a redhead.”I got a flash of Gabriella suddenly and hit the shot too hard, scratching. Billie took advantage of the table and sank the eleven and the nine without even blinking.“So when’s this boyfriend of yours showing up?”
