Page 8 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“Since when?” Juno asks.

“Exactly.” Liam leans some of his weight on the pool cue in his hands, looking at us over the top of the stick. I wish he’d slip and the cue would slide up his nose.

“How come you aren’t playing?” Juno asks the woman into Denver. She’s not shy. How can you be when you set people up for a living?

The woman smiles politely while flipping her hair. “It’s not my thing.”

“And where are you from?” If they were from Lake Starlight, we’d know them.

The good thing is I won’t have to dig up any information about Liam’s date tonight. Juno will do it for me.

“Sunrise Bay.”

“Nice, and you’re here with Denver and Liam?”

“We came for a change of scenery. Met them here.”

Juno nods and slides her stool closer to the woman. “So you’re single?”

“Yep.” She nods enthusiastically and reminds me of a bobblehead doll.

I let Juno get to know Denver’s “date” while I chalk the tip of my pool cue. “What are the stakes?”

Denver looks at Liam and shrugs.

“We could do household chores, but if I win, Denver will leave all that on you,” Liam says.

“Deal.” Denver laughs.

“How about we kiss our partner for every ball we sink?” the woman next to Liam says.

I stare blankly at her.

Liam wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer but stares at me over her head. “What do you say, Sav?”

“I say I’m not kissing my brother.”

“Let’s just do shots for the losers.” Denver finishes racking the balls and slides them to the line, then twirls the holder in his hands as he removes it.

“Fine.” There’s no way this girl has a shot at beating Denver and me.

Liam grabs a cue ball from the holder and puts it on the opposite side of the table. “Which one of you wants to go first?”

“Sav can,” Denver says.

I go around Denver, overhearing Juno giving her card to the woman here for Denver. I laugh on the inside because Juno has no shame.

“Ready?” Liam eyes me as the stick slides back and forth through his fingers. Cocky bastard.

“Yep.”

His eyes never leave mine as he hits the cue ball. It rolls back almost to where he hit it from. I might as well just tell him he’s got first shot, but I don’t play that way.

I align my ball and watch the tip of my stick leave a blue circle on the cue ball. It slowly comes back but doesn’t come as close as Liam’s.

“I guess that means I win,” he whispers in my ear.

“Not yet.” I narrow my eyes and walk around to the other side of the table.

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