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your
hubby is spying on us.”
    Ronni swung her head over to me
and my heart beat so fast everyone at Lovejoys must have heard my blood
pumping. I threw some bills on the bar top, grabbed my jacket, and turned
towards the door.
    Do not even look in her
direction, you ass. You will only make things worse.
    Ronni
jumped in front of me, blocking my path. “Are you following me, Brad?”
    “I,
uh, came over here to play pool.”
    “We have a pool table at home.”
    “I wanted a beer.”
    “We have beer at home.”
    “We don't have my favorite
homebrew that is sold only at Lovejoys, The Leg Spreader .”
    She bit her lip. “Are you, uh, meeting someone here?”
    “Nope. Not meeting anybody. No plans. I'm all alone.” I
sighed as if I was the loneliest man on the planet. “How about you and I play a
game of pool, huh?”
    “Mm. We have that pool table at
home but you and I have never played a game. What shall we play for, money?”
    “If I win,” and my voice dropped
two octaves, “you give me what I want.” A sensual gleam lit my eyes and a grin
split my face. My voice filled with intimacy making this bar seem too small for
the two of us.
    “And if I win?” she softly said and swallowed.
    “Then, I give you what you want,”
I said in a voice that implied she must want the same thing.
    “Anything?” She grinned.
    “Anything.” We shookhands on the deal.
    I stacked up the balls and Ronni
broke them.
    I raised my eyes to the ceiling
and silently swore. The woman knew her game. Three balls went in on the first
break. “Hustler,” I muttered.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Nothing.” Damned if my pool
stick skipped and nearly tore a hole in the green fabric of the pool table. I
always had bad luck with green felt but figured Ronni would be an easy win.
    She chuckled and I gave her a
dirty look.
    There was nothing like the public
humiliation of having your ass kicked in public by a woman. In just four shots
Ronni announced, “Eight ball, left corner pocket.” Bam—the ball went in.
    “Ball breaker,” I muttered.
    “Did you say something, Brad?”
    “You win.” I shoved the pool
stick back into the holder on the wall, so hard that the holder crashed to the
floor and all the pool sticks tumbled down on my head.
    Ronni laughed aloud at me.
    I glared at her.
    She reached her hand up and
straightened my hair. “There,” she said, “now you don't look so wild.”
    I turned my head and kissed her
wrist, one swift lick of the tongue, and then lowered her hand between us, not
letting go. My voice lowered to a husky tone. “What do I owe you, lovely lady,
for beating me at pool?” I stared at her expectantly, trying to act cool.
    “Oh, I want what every girl
wants.”
    Her hand scorched my skin, her
heat seeping through my bones, boiling my blood. Ronni burned for me.
    She burst my bubble by adding in
a whiny voice, “I want flowers,” and then shook her hand free of my grasp.
    “Fine! I doubt any florists are
open so I'm going home.”
    “Well, you don't have to be such
a bad sport,” she said, grinning.
    “And why are you laughing?” I said to Riley.
    “Because if you knew your wife better, you would know that
Ronni has been a pool shark since sixth grade when she began hanging out at the
pool halls while waiting to escort her grandpa home after he'd had too much to
drink. Ronni was practically raised at the pool hall.” Riley turned to Ronni
and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ve got to go. There’s my date.”
    Ronni
spun on her heel, ran out of Lovejoys, and pulled her car out of the parking
space.
    I raced to my car and jumped in.
    I
lifted my foot from the gas pedal and slowed the car down, hiding a few cars
behind her. The smile on my face was the predatory smile of the hunter.
     

Chapter 8
    WIFE
    My husband is following me and my traitorous heart beats
with excitement at the chase.
    We swing our cars into the garage at nearly the same time.
    Aha, beat you by a yardstick, creep.
    I jump out of the