Emmett pointed at a mushroom toy with a big hole in it. “Even that hat?”
Oh my god. A strangled noise came out of my throat. It was a mushroom hat. Oh my god. No. I could feel myself grimacing. Wearing that would be complete humiliation.
The teenager nodded. “Sure, but no one ever wants that one.”
“I wonder why.” My gaze bored into Emmett, but he threw me a winning grin.
“Go ahead, Adams. You’re up.”
Behind us, a group of people formed to watch. I took a steadying breath and threw the dart. It hit the board near the edge.
Better, but not good enough.
Emmett whistled. “Close.”
“Shut up.”
He aimed his dart and tossed it like it was nothing. It hit the bull’s eye, and the crowd applauded behind us. I could feel my mood souring but wouldn’t give Emmett the satisfaction of it. I rolled
