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his Harley (one of his
    all-time favorite memories). She’d engaged in a very failed attempt at bison tipping, after arguing that the
    island’s bison and cows were more or less interchangeable, and had instead discovered that bison patties
    stank to high heaven. She’d made him buy her a pair of new sneakers after that one, which he’d thought
    was fair.
    Her grin lit up her face. “You should take more chances.”
    Over his dead body. “And you’re going to kill yourself one of these days.”
    That was the wrong thing to say. Her hand rubbed the scar on her knee self-consciously. They didn’t
    talk about the Jet Ski accident that had put an end to her diving career. She’d come far too close to dying.
    Fortunately, he’d completed emergency medical training as part of his rescue-swimmer education. After
    he’d saved her, he’d staunched the bleeding and thanked God a major artery had been missed. The crystal
    clear water of Discovery Island had looked like a bad shark attack had occurred that day.
    “You up for a game of pool?” She practically jumped off the barstool as she made her getaway.
    Daeg looked at him. “Nice going, asshole. Now, go make it up to her.”
    “By letting her win?”
    Cal collected their glasses. He debated grabbing the peanuts, too, but he wasn’t a waiter and Piper was
    already marching across the bar toward the pool tables in the backroom. She clearly expected him to follow,
    and he felt guilty enough for bringing up bad memories to indulge her.
    Daeg shook his head. “No one lets Piper do anything. She just does it. She’ll win fair and square on her
    own.”
    That was true, too. He followed her while he chewed on that one.
    The bar’s pool table setup was ad hoc at best. Big Petey had gone for the more-is-better approach and
    shoehorned two pool tables into a space meant for one. The proximity didn’t leave a whole lot of room to
    maneuver.
    Piper grabbed a cue stick from the rack on the wall, inspected the tip and leaned her hip against the
    table. She was good at looking confident. He’d give her that.
    “Perfect. You’re in,” she said when he stepped into the room.
    “Piper.” Her name came out as a growl.
    “Watch,” Daeg said to Tag. Apparently, he hadn’t been able to resist the promise of a free show. “I’m
    predicting another crazy bet.”
    “Twenty bucks,” Cal said, knowing she wanted something more than his cash. She probably would
    negotiate for his shaving his head bald or singing “The Star-Spangled Banner” in a monkey suit when the
    cruise ship docked, or any other embarrassing trick she could dream up.
    “As if.” She waved a hand. “I don’t play for peanuts. Make it a hundred.”
    They didn’t usually play for cash, but Piper couldn’t be making bank at the dive shop. She’d also
    bought in and owned part of the place, which had probably left her cash poor. Since he had plenty of cash,
    he was happy to share with her. It would mean losing intentionally, but as long as he made it look
    good...making sure Piper was fed and happy was worth it. Despite the way they constantly butted heads,
    he’d never wanted her upset or miserable.
    “Ladies first.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Way to set yourself up for the loss.”
    He’d played her more times than he could count. Hell. He’d taught her to play. She was good, but he
    was better. He handed their drinks to Daeg and racked the balls.
    She tugged on her ear and bent over the table. He’d seen her make the lucky gesture countless times on
    the diving platform, right before she hurtled through the air and ripped her entry. It must have worked,
    because she broke straight on, the balls scattering.
    When the five ball rolled into the pocket, she straightened up. “Stripes. My favorite. It must be my lucky
    night.”

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PIPER HAD NO idea why she’d gotten dressed up just to swing by Big Petey’s place. She’d been bored
    and lonely, though, going more than a little stir-crazy out