Chapter 15The crack of the cue sent a satisfying surge through Trip’s veins, and he smirked as the black ball shot into the corner pocket. “That’s fifty quid you’re up to, mate,” he said to the man glowering at the opposite end of the snooker table. “Ready to double up on another game?”
The man didn’t say a word as he set the stick down and reached into his back pocket. As he watched him pull out his wallet, Trip picked up his pint and drained the rest of his Guinness. It should have been more satisfying than it was. He was in his favorite pub, with his favorite drink, up over two hundred pounds on his second favorite pub activity. He should have been happy.
He wasn’t nearly drunk enough yet to even see happy on the horizon.
It had been a week since he and Chris had returned from Italy.
