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She glanced at him as she headed around the table to line up her shot. “One game and then we talk, right?”
“Aye.”
“Uh-oh,” one of their watchers said, “when a woman says she wants to talk, it’s time to run.”
There was laughter, but Duncan ignored it, keeping his eyes glued to Donna. She bent over the table, giving him a perfect view right down her top. His mouth watered at the sight of all that soft, creamy skin encased in violet lace. His hand tingled at the memory of how her breast had felt in his hold, and he shifted uncomfortably as he wondered again why they were playing pool instead of spending their time in bed.
“Duncan? Are you looking down my top?”
“Aye,” he said hoarsely. There was no point denying it.
Her position didn’t change as she looked up at him. “Did I give you permission?”
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. He threw his hands in the air as he moved to the side of the table. “Damn it to hell! I hate dating.”
“Trust me,” Donna said. “It’s no fun for me either.”
He heard more laughter at her dry comment and was about to deal with their onlookers when Donna took her shot. His jaw dropped, and he stilled. His woman was no novice at the game. She flashed a knowing smile at him as she sashayed around the table in those jeans that made him want to beg for mercy. She didn’t miss one shot after that, and all he could do was stand there gaping while she wiped the floor with him. He never even got a chance to play. Ten minutes after the game had started, Donna had cleared the table and finished her Coke.
She placed her cue on the rack and nodded at Ewan. “Can I have another Coke? Is that allowed?”
“Smart arse,” the man muttered as he reached for a glass.
Duncan was still staring at the table, wondering what had happened, when she took his arm. “Let’s go sit down.”
“But.” He pointed at the table. “But.”
All around him, people whooped with delight. He glared at Ewan. “You knew she was a pool shark. Why didn’t you warn me?”
“And miss out on all the fun?”
He didn’t get a chance to argue back because Donna was dragging him for a change—right towards a high-backed booth at the rear of the room. Obviously, she needed privacy for their ‘talk.’
Lord help him.
Chapter 21
She probably should have told him she could play pool. In her experience, men didn’t like it when they were humiliated in public, especially when it came to sport. But to be honest, it had been too much fun to ruin with a confession.
“Where did you learn to play like that?” Duncan said as he—thankfully—slid into the booth facing her instead of beside her. She needed whatever distance she could get for their conversation.
“Church youth group.” She smiled at his shocked expression. “They had a pool table, and I discovered I had a knack for the game. I used my skill to make some extra cash for us when we needed it.” She didn’t tell him about the many hair-raising times she’d had to run from Glasgow pubs after fleecing the customers. She’d been lucky to escape with her life.
Of course, Duncan heard the things she didn’t say. As he was wont to do. “Who was watching your back in the pubs?”
“Aggie.” Mairi had been too young and Isobel had the kids.
He shook his head. “It’s a miracle the four of you are still in one piece.”
“Or, you could say it’s wonderful the way we have each other’s backs.”
“That too.” His lips quirked, and when he looked over at her, his eyes were sparkling. “Next time we play, I want you to teach me that trick shot of yours.”
“The one that bounces behind the other balls?”
“That’s the one. It was a thing of beauty.”
She blushed at the compliment as Ewan came over and placed her drink in front of her. “Don’t get any ideas that I’m your waitress for the night. Next time get your arse to the bar.”
