Chapter Twenty-Seven
"One more round?" Trace asked, racking the balls. He could get used to this life, the occasional weekends of rodeoing with his friends - and he definitely considered Robbie and Jax to be his friends now - missing Cecilia and looking forward to seeing her again.
Jax poured out the remaining contents of the pitcher between the three pint glasses on the high top next to the pool table. On the other side of the table was a small dance floor where half a dozen couples swayed to the jukebox.
Robbie slapped a twenty on the edge of the table. "Twenty says you bury the eight-ball on the break."
Trace chuckled. He'd already done it twice this evening.
"Third time's a charm," said Jax adding his own twenty to the table.
"Forty says I don't."
"Ooh big gambler," Robbie tease
