He smiled then. “Good. I’m not done with you.”
If I had my way, he never would be. But I’d pushed enough for one night.
The bartender placed the two pitchers on the bar, along with a stack of glasses, and Silas handed him the credit card.
“Hey, guys!” Christian said brightly, joining us just as we picked up the pitchers of beer. “Come play. I need a partner.”
He hooked his arm through mine and tugged me toward the tables. I gritted my teeth and went along with him, but not without sending Silas a look and mouthing,save me.
Silas laughed as he trailed behind us. The guys had claimed two pool tables. With seven guys, we didn’t have an even number to play. Silas offered to sit out.
A young, good-looking guy who was playing with a group beside us turned. “I could join you guys to even the teams out.”
“Bails,” a big, bearded guy said. “Careful, okay? They’ve got some sort of party going. Don’t wanna rain on their parade.”
He smirked at the guy, not even slightly intimidated. “I’ll play nice, Flynn. Promise.”
“If you would, that’d be great,” I said. “We’re here for a bachelor’s party, and I don’t want anyone left out.”
“Well, who’s the groom?” Bailey asked. “I can help him win.”
I laughed at his cockiness. Kid was sure of himself.
I pointed. “My lookalike over there. Join him. If you’re actually that good?”
“He’s good,” Flynn rumbled behind us. “Too good. Just beware that he’ll run the table, and that might not be much fun.”
“In that case, I definitely want him,” Bransonsaid with a grin. “How about a friendly bet, guys? I’ve got a pricey honeymoon ahead.”
Bolton laughed. “Sure, I’ll take you on.” He glanced my way. “Christian, play with me. You’ve got lots of cash to spare.”
Christian rolled his eyes. “I was going to play with?—”
“Silas, you’re with me,” I said before he could drag me into it. “We can play Percy and Reece.”
Reece didn’t look thrilled with the arrangement. I was sure Bolton wasn’t really loving entertaining my ex, either, but I appreciated the gesture.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to be good at this,” Silas murmured as we selected pool cues.
I widened my eyes, pretending shock. “You mean there’s something you can’t do?”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. Just not well.”
Reece broke, sending a striped ball into a corner pocket. On his next shot, he missed.
Silas scratched on his first attempt. He turned. “I really would have been happy to watch.”
I grinned. “No, this is good. You’re more human when you have some flaws.”
He scoffed. “Of course I have flaws. Otherwise, I’d?—”
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head and pointed toward the other table. “He really is good. Check it out.”
I glanced over just as Christian huffed with annoyance. “Jesus Christ, Bolton, you might as well have just mugged me. There goes my money.”
“It’s for a good cause,” Bolton said unapologetically.
