Reid
The sound of billiard balls cracking against each other echoed through the private lounge, accompanied by the low hum of jazz from the overhead speakers.
I lined up my next shot, calculating the angle as the familiar voice behind me broke the silence.
“You’re overthinking it.”
Without looking up, I replied, “I always think.”
“You always overthink,” my best friend, Luke Hayes, countered, leaning lazily against his pool cue with a smirk. “Maybe that’s why you suck at this game.”
With a sharp tap, I sent the cue ball gliding across the green felt. It clipped the corner of the solid three ball—just barely—sending it into the pocket.
I straightened, giving him a pointed look. “Still winning, aren’t I?”
Luke chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Remind me again how you manage to beat me without ev
