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Heturns his attention to me, raising a brow, then glances down at the pool table. “Rack‘em up?”
I’msureVioletwill still be a little bit, so a quick game wouldn’t hurt.Inod, then walk over to the table and rack the balls up in a triangle before grabbing a pool stick.Theguy nods to me. “Youbreak.”
Notthe greatest choice sinceI’ma master at the pool table, something not many people in this town know becauseIlike to let people keep their money.Butthis guy needs the chip knocked off his shoulder, andI’mmore than happy to do that for him.
Iline the pool stick up on the table, then shoot the cue ball down and knock each of the balls.Solidsare my favorite, so when a solid falls into a pocketIhoot loudly.Myopponent glares at me, then shakes his head whileI’msure silently cussing me out right about now.
It’safter the fifth ball whenIfuck up my shot, giving the other guy the go-ahead to take his turn.Hisnostrils are flaring as he walks up to the table, clearly not happy about where the game is headed, and leans down to eye his best shot.Hislip twitches when he gets a stripe in and he tries to hide it quickly, but not quick enough for me not to catch it.
ShouldIfeel bad thatI’mabout to kick his ass after this?Maybe.
WillIthough?Notat all.
Whenhe misses his third shot,Ihappily walk over to the left side of the table and sink another solid into a pocket.Ihave two more shots left, the last one being the eight ball, andI’mfeeling it right now.It’swhenIhear the hoots and hollers thatIglance up at the entrance, locking eyes withVioletfrom across the room.
Herblonde hair is hanging straight down her back and she’s wearing a pair of shorts and a crop top.Shesmiles at me from across the room, then makes her way over to me and stops by my side. “Bishop?”
Inod, then put my attention back on the game. “That’sme,”Isay happily.Alittle too happily if you ask me.Insteadof focusing on the wayIanswered her,Ifocus on the ballI’mtrying to hit and shake off anything else.Thelast thingIneed is a distraction.
Thenext ball goes in swiftly, and all that’s left is the eight ball.Iglance at it, then point the pool stick to one of the far right corner pockets, which only elicits a scoff from the guyI’mplaying.Heknows as well asIdo, ifImanage to get the ball into a different pocket thanIsay,Ilose the game.Obviously, he doesn’t thinkIcan make the shot.
Ismirk asIline up my shot, then hit it as accurately asIcan hope, and watch as the eight ball sinks into the pocketIcalled.
Suddenlythere’s clapping coming from all around us, evenViolet, but whenIglance at the guyIwas playing he’s got a death glare leveled on me.Ipat his back asIwalk by, letting him keep his money, and leadVioletover to the bar.Shesits down with a sigh, waving the bartender over our way, andDonnywalks over with a smile.
“Well, hey there, pretty lady, what canIget for you?”
Shenudges her thumb toward me. “Whateverhe’s getting.”Thenshe glances at me.
Don’tget me wrong, she’s beautiful… butIfind myself wishing she had dark hair, rather than the bright blonde strands.Inoticed as she was standing next to me that she’s pretty tall, butIlike when a woman fits perfectly in my arms — likeGeorgiadid.Imentally curse at myself for bringing her up at a time like this, and grunt out my drink order for the two of us.
Violetswivels on the barstool, glancing around at the townspeople milling about the bar and talking animatedly with each other. “Thisis a nice little place,” she says. “Howlong have you lived here?”
Ismile. “Alittle over two years, best placeI’veever lived.Nicepeople.”Granted,Icould do without the gossip, butIthink you’ll find that in any small town, soI’mnot complaining too much.
Shenods, thankingDonnywhen he sets our drinks on the table, then taking a long sip of hers.Hereyes scrunch together, causing me to let out a chuckle. “God, that’s rough.”
“Notfor everyone,”Isay while bringing my own drink to my lips.Mymovements halt when the entrance swings open andGeorgiawalks in with a big smile on her face.
Herdark hair is in waves, pulled to one side, but it’s the dress she’s wearing that catches all my attention.Shewalks right over to whereVioletandIare sitting and takes one of the seats right next to us, wavingDonnyover excitedly.
Violetglances at her before looking back at me. “Youknow her?”
Ishake my head. “Nope.”I’mtalking louder than necessary in hopes thatGeorgiawill hear me and get the damn hint.Whatthe hell was she thinking showing up here like this?
Violetnods. “Ah, is she the crazy ex you told me about?”
Shit.
“Crazy?”Georgiascreeches.
“Listen,Idon’t know who you are,”Violetsays, then gestures between the two of us, “but we are in the middle of something here, so if you could find a seat somewhere else that would be great.”
Georgialaughs loudly, then slams her drink on the table. “Oh,I’msorry, you think you can come intomytown and you can ordermearound?”
Violetrolls her eyes, then narrows them at me. “Idon’t think this was a good idea.Seeya around.”Thenshe walks away from me and right out the exit, not bothering to look back at me.
Idon’t giveGeorgiaany attention, even as she scoots closer to me.Instead,IwaveDonnyover and pay him for my drinks before going the same exact wayVioletwent.I’llpass on being aroundGeorgiaright now.Assoon asIget into my car,Georgia’sframe rushes out of the door as she watches me speed away from the bar.
