Page 85 of Insta Bride

“I’m sure we can make it interesting.”

“Like what?” The guys stopped laughing, while Tash and Jess held up their next shots to listen.

Kye lifted me from his lap, kissed the fuck out of me, and then held out his hand until Olivia handed him over the scorecard and pencil.

“Put it in your bag.”

“Why?” I took the folded cardboard.

“Because, if I win, that’s what I want.”

“Based on what I’ve seen, I’ll never get to read the card,” I teased, before launching in for another kiss.

“Fine, what do I get when I win?”

“What do you want?”

I looked over to the little used Karaoke machine. “I want you to sing me a song.”

“A song? You want me to sing?”

“I want you to sing me a song, but I get to choose.”

“Not a soppy love song,” he mock groaned.

“It could be any song I want, after all, I’ll be the winner.”

He kissed the top of my forehead and we finished off the game.

Kye went up to the desk and booked a third lane next to the two we already had. My friends split the numbers across the other two lanes and there was Kye and I.

“This is going to be so mad,” Hunter drawled, finding a seat with a view across all lanes. “Babe,” he called over to Olivia, “Let’s get us some popcorn.”

Tash pulled me aside, “Are you sure you really want to destroy him? You were playing down tonight, but even then, you’ll have him beat.”

“Beating him won’t destroy him.”

“Oh, Elena, your hubby has an ego as big as Hunters and twice the size of Caleb. If he can’t magically learn to play in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to beat him in front of your friends. Are you sure your marriage can survive that sort of hit?”

“Don’t worry,” I said, relieved my friends cared whether Kye and I made it or not. “This is just the way we roll.”

I went to the ladies room and removed my g-string from underneath the white bike shots. The anticipation of playing against my husband was almost too much. I needed to even up the emotional playing field.

I found him up at the bar, ordering another round of drinks. “Are you sure you want more to drink?”

“It improves my eye, improves my game.”

“Still, are you sure you want to take the risk?”

“Haven’t I told you to trust me?”

To the cheers and laughs of our friends, and with my g-string stuffed in Kye’s pocket, we started.

Frame 1: Elena – 8 / spare. Kye – 4 / 3

Frame 2: Elena – 9 / spare. Kye – 6 / gutter

Frame 3: Elena strike. Kye – 5 / 2

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