—PLATO, C. 428–348 B.C. She was a ferocious competitor. She played billiards the same way she did everything else: with all her heart. Will stared at her as she bent over the table attempting to line up a shot. The gold cheongsam Julie had chosen to wear from the dresses he’d left in her room pulled, cupping her bottom as she leaned forward. “Am I doing this correctly?” she asked, measuring the angle from billiard ball to corner pocket, before stepping back again to reassess. Fascinated by the play of silk over her rear end, Will didn’t realize she was speaking to him until she poked him with the end of her cue. “Huh?” He glanced at the dot of chalk on the sleeve of his jacket. Jack was right about the pool cue: Giving one to a girl who wielded a parasol like a cricket bat was probably asking for trouble. But at the moment, it was worth it. “Oh, sorry.”
