I shrug my shoulders, doing my best to keep my temper and remind myself that punching Blake in the face isn’t a good idea.
“I always said you were bound to knock someone up one day,” Blake says pointedly before looking at Lita.
He isnotmaking this easy for me. Lita’s body is tense and I assume Hayden is uncomfortable right now, too. Why in the blue fucking hell he has ever dated this guy is beyond me. Blake is looking at me now and waiting for me to take the bait.
I’m a millisecond from doing it when Heather gets my attention. “Are you not going to introduce us, darling?”
Her voice calms me down a little, and I glare at Blake for another second before I turn to walk away while he chuckles under his breath. Lita follows me across the room where we stand beside Harrison, who is sitting on one of the stools with his arms around Heather. Sitting on the stool next to him is Ariana.
I indicate towardthe two women and say, “Ariana, Heather, this is Lita. Lita, this is Ariana, and you already know my lover.”
“Nice to meet you,” Lita says, shaking Ariana’s hand, but her eyes widen when she turns to Heather, and Heather wraps her arms around Lita to hug her.
“It’s so good to finally meet you!” Heather exclaims. “I feel like we know each other already.”
“Oh, Lita will definitely know things about you, lover.”
I laugh, because she seems to have memorized our life history, but it turns into a grunt when Lita elbows me in the stomach.
She frowns up at me, locking her gaze with mine. “Remember when I said I’m trying to find my place? That’s not going to help.”
I want her to fit into my life, and she’s right about this. If I highlight her being a fan, it’s going to make either her or my friends feel weird, and I don’t want that for anyone.
I smile at her and say, “Sorry, princess.” I look up at my friends and tell them with a shrug, “Just ignore my shitty joke, guys.”
My words are met with silence, and all of my friends are looking at me as though I’ve grown two heads. Please. It’s not like I’ve never apologized for something before.
“What?” Lita asks as she looks around the room.
“Nothing, darling,” Heather says quickly, before she throws her arm around Lita’s shoulders and looks over at Gabriel and Hayden. “Guys, aren’t you meant to be finishing a game of pool? Then, I think it would be my heart’s deepest desire to watch Lita play Sebastian in a game.”
“Why do you desire to see me hurt, lover?” I moan.
“Because in fourteen years of watching you play pool, I haven’t seen you get beaten, and I feel left out because I missed the happy occasion back in June.” She grins wickedly at me.
“I’m more than happy to repeat the performance for you if Sebastian is game,” Lita laughs.
“Bad news, princess, I’ve been practicing. Have you?” I tease her.
“I don’t need to; not if all I want to do is beat you,” she shrugs.
Hayden laughs as Gabriel sinks the black eight ball to win their game. “God, I’d almost forgotten how much I loved this. Lita is the best.”
Gabriel starts racking up the balls, and Hayden walks over to stand by Blake as I get my custom cue out of a case while Lita picks one from a rack on the wall. She rolls it on the table to make sure it’s straight. As if I wouldn’t trash any cues that were out of shape. I feel good about this game, though. This is my home turf, and maybe I can pull out a win this time.
“I’ll let you go first, Seb. I don’t need the advantage,” Lita says with a cheeky grin at me.
“You’re enjoying this a littletoomuch, princess,” I say and laugh when she blows me a kiss.
I break the triangle with the white ball, and three balls go down. The blue two, yellow nine, and green fourteen balls.
“Stripes or solids?” Lita raises an eyebrow at me.
“Stripes,” I reply immediately, even though it’s a technicality because, of course, I’d choose stripes in this position.
“Interesting,” she says slowly, as I lean down to sink the red eleven.
“Isn’t it an obvious choice, though?” Hayden asks her.