Danielle rolled her eyes as Jedrik pondered his next shot, eyes pensive, stance casual as he leaned on his pool cue. He raised his brows, shooting her a haughty glance. “Sweet cakes, keep that forked tongue inside that luscious mouth of yours. You’re disrupting my concentration.” His disarming smile dazzled as he raised his cue parallel to the green felt table. “This is an art.” “Ha. If this were art, I’d be killing you. Shoot the bloody ball.” Danielle leaned her hip against the side of the table, her pool cue in one hand, the other holding a pint of Stella. Jedrik chuckled. He took aim and shot the white ball. It slammed into the red solid, which banked off the right and then sank into the side pocket. He grinned, eyes shinning triumph. “Brilliant.” He puffed his chest out like a proud lion after mating. Danielle ran her hand down her face. It was their third game and soon to be his third win.
