“Is this becoming our little ritual?” Mina smirked, leaning her head on the pool stick.
“What, you kicking my ass?” Deacon grumbled, glaring down at her.
“It’s not my fault my dad loved darts and pool. I was his only child, and he never got a boy,” shruging as she feigned innocence.
“So humble,” his voice oozed with sarcasm.
“That’s me,” Mina grinned up at him, enjoying his annoyance at not being able to beat her.
“Well, you won. What do you want?” He grumbled always the grumpy, spoiled sport.
“Hmmm,” she tapped her finger on her chin, pretending to think hard about what she would want. “How about.. A dance,” giggling at his reaction, his mouth opening and closing in surprise.
“A dance?” He questioned, his icy blue eyes locking her in place with his intense gaze.
“Yes,” Min
