Chapter Twenty-Three
MADDIE
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“Right corner pocket,” Liam announces, bending over and effortlessly sweeping the ball into the hole.
“Goddammit,” Mason curses, slamming down his pool stick. Liam’s killing him and only has the final eight ball left.
“Why you even try, bro?” Liam gloats, lifting his arms to show off his biceps. The guys have been playing pool for the past two hours, and Liam has killed Mason, Hunter, and Kilan each time. He’s undefeated at this point.
“I’m grabbing a beer and finding my wife.” Mason shakes his head and walks out of the game room.
“Do I get to play you next?” I ask sweetly from the other side, bending over just enough to show off my chest. My eggplant-colored dress leaves nothing to the imagination, which is exactly why I wore it for ou
