Hazel threw down the five dice, making a big show of spreading her arms wide as they clattered around on the table before coming to a stop.
“I can’t believe it.” Dylan threw his pencil down in disgust as Hazel’s eyes skitted from die to die.
She burst out laughing. “Yahtzee!” It was the only score she didn’t have on her card, and honestly, she couldn’t believe it either. But all five dice had three black dots on them.
“On the last roll.” Dylan shook his head, his handsome face the picture of perfection with that straight smile and gleaming, white teeth.
Hazel giggled as she wrote in the score and totaled her sheet. “Okay, mister. The score to beat is two hundred and ninety-eight points.” She sat back, proud of herself for the score, but for making casual touches of her hand against his
