Page 35 of Her Always Choice

She hid a smirk as she stepped up to the table and lined up her shot. The balls scattered over the board one by one falling into the pockets and she stood back until they finally settled.

“Sweet Jesus,” Andrew said as the crowd grew quiet.

Mel stepped over to the cue and aimed it towards the ones left behind sinking one then the next before downing the eight ball.

“Show off,” Tate whispered as he rounded his own table.

“Hidden talents Melinda?” Mr. Grasse stated.

“A few,” she agreed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to take a short break and clear away the extra tables,” Mr. Grasse said once Tate was finished pulling out the win.

“So looks like it’s you and me again,” Tate said.

“Isn’t it always?” she teased. “You think you can beat me?”

“I think we both know the outcome of this game already, don’t we Mel? Only question is, are you going to win the break?”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Mel smiled before hitting the bathroom and sneaking a few minutes with Jordan.

Chapter 7

Jordan gave her a small kiss on the cheek asking her, “Have I told you how amazing you are, Mel?”

“Not lately, you’re not sorry you put down fifty a ball on me?”

“Not at all but what was that thing between you and that Andrew character?”

“That was me trying not to throw up at his come on; you’d think the wedding band would tell him something.”

“Maybe it’s time you wear my ring,” he said pulling her into a hug.

“We’ll see about that. Right now I have to go beat the snot out of my best friend, wish me luck?”

“You don’t need it Mel, but you have it,” he smiled giving her another kiss as she headed back inside.

“Ready for this?” Tate asked as they stepped over to the table set up in the middle of the room.

“Are you?” she countered with a grin.

“Why don’t we make it a little more interesting?”

“Your dad will kill you if he hears you,” she warned.

“For every ball I sink you owe me a home cooked meal.”

“And for everyoneIsink?” she asked.

“I didn’t get that far.”

“Okay for every ball I sink…” she said thinking of ways to torture him. A grin spread across her face as the idea came to her, “You have to go shopping with me, a full day of looking, trying on, and buying per ball that goes in.”

“Well I started it, didn’t I?” Tate laughed but she knew he wouldn’t cancel their bet, he never would even with the worst punishment possible when she won.

“Who wants to call?” Mr. Grasse asked.

“Ladies first?” Tate offered.