und her butt and thighs.
In the corner of his eye, Cade caught a motion in the big front window of
the pub and glanced that direction. Mandi's reflection was grinning slightly as
she looked back at him.
Cade matched her small grin, shrugged as he flicked his eyebrows at her, and
went back to studying Mandi's assets as she made the shot and straightened up
with a muted 'gotcha' look on her face.
As Mandi methodically worked her way through her balls, Mike leaned over to
quietly ask Cade, "Where the hell did she learn to shoot like that?"
"She's from Vegas," replied Cade, as if that explained everything.
When four games had passed without Mandi missing a shot, Mike simply reached
up and erased his name from the chalkboard.
"That's enough for me," he said, "I'm a believer."
Stan looked at his watch and said, "We've got time for one more game."
Mike shrugged and held up his glass.
"Go for it. I've still got some beer left."
As he racked the balls, Stan said, "I can't believe she's kicking our asses
with a bar cue. Why doesn't she have a stick of her own?"
"You'll have to ask her," said Cade. "I just met her today. We haven't
discussed much personal stuff yet."
"I left it at home," said Mandi. "I didn't expect to need it."
"Huh," grunted Mike. "I'd say you do all right without it."
"No shit," muttered Stan.
Two brunettes came into the pub as Mandi broke the rack. They approached and
stopped at a distance as Mandi shot, then angled around the pool table.
One went to Stan; the other went to Mike, who stood up with Cade as she
approached. Stan introduced them as Susan and Sara, then Cade and Mike pulled up
two more chairs for them and everybody sat down to watch the game.
"Will talking disturb her?" asked Sara.
"I seriously doubt it," said Cade, with a shake of his head.
Turning to Mike, Sara said, "Sorry we couldn't get loose earlier. We got
kind of busy in the ER. Do you think this game will take long? We're starving."
Mike laughed shortly and said, "No, I don't think it'll take long. She's
good." Shaking his head slightly, he added, "She's real damned good. Five games
and she hasn't missed yet."
"Not at all?" asked Susan.
"Not once."
Appropriately impressed, the newcomers watched Mandi quickly pocket her last
three balls and the eight.
"Make that six games," said Mike. "Damn!"
After Mike and Stan had left wit