Chapter Twenty-Five
Evie
I tipped back my strawberry margarita, taking a long swallow. “All right, boys. Let’s do this,” I said as I set the drink down on the narrow counter running along the wall beside the pool table.
Reaching for the pool stick, I stepped toward the table, glancing around at the balls strewn across the green felt surface.
“You think you can beat that sweet shot?” Wade asked.
“Maybe,” I countered.
Adjusting the stick in my hands, I leaned over and drew back slightly, the cool wood sliding through my palm as I tapped the cue ball. It rolled into another ball, setting into motion my perfectly placed cascade, which ended with a ball slipping neatly into the corner pocket.
Wade whistled under his breath. “Damn. That was good.”
I straightened and smiled. “It was, wasn
