Chapter 5
Squinting against the afternoon sun the following day, Faith glanced around to make certain that no one was watching. Then she kicked at her ball to send it an extra few yards toward the metal hoop at the end of the alley.
“Cheating at lawn billiards?” Stephen’s deep voice drawled at her shoulder. “For shame.”
She rolled her eyes. Didn’t the man have anything better to do than to continue to annoy her?
“I never cheat at lawn billiards,” she corrected with a haughty sniff.
So it was a good thing they were playing pall mall. And cutthroat, at that, in which rules were few and cheating was practically encouraged. Except for directly hitting opponents’ balls with their own mallets, players were free to do whatever necessary to drive their balls the length of the alley and throug
