Page 13 of Shot at Love


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“Uh… look at that last ball. It. Looks. Like… it is! In the one-hundred hole! BOOM! Looks like I’m the top dog now, Marcella.” Sam danced around like a goof, laughing and creating a scene.

Luc rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

“That’s Top-Dork, thank you,” Sam added with a foolish, cocky grin on his face.

“Now he’s the Top-Dork?” Trina interrupted and mocked.

“Oh yeah. I don’t think anyone will question that,” Luc said with a chuckle. He nodded to Trina before squatting down next to Willow. He put out his hand to her. “Gimme five, Willow. Nice game, girl.”

Willow slapped his hand as hard as she could, leaving his tough man-hand stinging. “Did I beat Daddy?”

“Yep, sunshine, you beat Daddy,” Sam said, as he picked up the littlest Morris for a hug. “Here, you and Mommy take these tickets over to the counter and pick out a cool prize.” Willow was off and running as soon as her feet touched the floor.

“I call a rematch,” Luc demanded jokingly.

Sam shook his hand dramatically. “Yeah, I would, but my hand is so tired from winning. Your rematch will have to wait, Rock-Star.”

It was fun doing this for a change, skee ball, mini golf, and video games. But being a bachelor in this place kind of sucked. The other young guys had opted out of tonight, but he was tight with Sam and Trina and little Willow, so there was no way he’d miss this. He was only reminded of his single status when the families broke off together.

“Woah, Marcella, did Morris beat your high score?” Kaden commented as he joined them.

“Did you miss his winning dance?” Luc hooked his thumb in the direction of Sam, who was doing a mini-version of his dance for Kaden. “Not sure I’d call that winning. More like a dork-dance if you ask me.”

“Top-Dork, thank you very much,” Sam added with much humor.

“Don’t get too comfortable at the top, Sam. My wife has mean skee ball skills.” Kaden grinned wide before he turned and waved Ali over. “Doll, why don’t you show Sam how it’s done?”

Ali and Kassie joined their little group. Ali asked, “Did someone say skee ball?”

“Yep. Doll, show surfer boy how it’s done.” Kaden winked at his wife.

Ali handed little Kaleb to Kassie and pretended to stretch out before she put her token in to start the game.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ali cracking her knuckles and going to work crushing Sam’s score, one ball at a time. But his attention was on Kassie O’Conner, who was standing on the outskirts of the group, holding baby Kaleb. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail that swayed along with her hips, while she rocked side to side, soothing the baby.

Never before had he thought a girl looked so good holding a baby. And while most guys would’ve run at that image, his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

“Earth to Marcella. Hello?” Sam snapped his fingers in front of Luc’s face.

“Wha?”

“Dude, where did you go? You were in la-la land. Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t need to know the demented things that go on in that mind of yours,” Sam teased. “You joining us for pizza to celebrate Ali beating my high score?”

Ali raised her hands in the air. “Yeah, who’s the top dog now, surfer boy?”

“That’s my girl!” Kaden grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in for a kiss. “Pizza’s on Morris!”

Luc’s eyes met Kassie’s as she bounced Kaleb on her hip. She smiled but glanced away quickly. Ali took the baby from Kassie’s arms.

Kassie disappeared from his sight, just as Sam grabbed him around the neck. “So? You hanging around for pizza, Rock-star?”

“Puck-Star,” Luc mumbled. He was determined to make that a thing.

“I’m sure Marcella is itching to get out of here and go trolling for chicks,” Kaden commented, while Sam held Luc in a great position for a noogie.

Luc wiggled out of the hold Sam had on him. “Trolling for chicks? No one says that anymore. Have you really been out of circulation that long, K-man?”

“Whatever, dude. Out of circulation, or deliriously happy, whichever you prefer to call it,” Kaden countered.

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