Page 58 of Spur of the Moment
“Coming?” Bailey asked.
I snapped out of my thoughts to catch him watching me. “Yeah.”
Callan held the door open and I followed in after Brandy, Bailey’s body so close behind me I could feel the warmth radiating off him. We found Reed, Lennon, and Beck at a high top table near the pool tables with seven beers sitting atop it.
“Went ahead and ordered you guys some Coors Banquets,” Reed said.
Brandy grabbed one off the table, taking a long pull. She set the glass on the table with a clang and grabbed a pool cue, arranging the balls into the rack.
“A simple thank you would be nice,” Reed muttered.
I grabbed a beer, the glass cold in my hand as I walked over to Brandy.
“You want to do teams?” I asked.
“Sure. I’ll take Callan, you take Bailey?”
“Why do I get Bailey?”
She shrugged, busying herself with lining up the rack to hide the smile on her face.
“Just thought you might want to be with him, is all.”
I didn’t miss the innuendo in her comment. I took the five steps back to the table and set my beer down. “Callan, Bailey, you guys care to play?”
Bailey smiled down at me. “With you? Always.”
I was half convinced he didn’t just mean the game. I rolled my eyes and turned back around, the two of them following. I didn’t miss the hard look in Reed’s eyes from where he sat at the table across from Beckham.
They grabbed their cues off the wall. “Ladies first,” Brandy said as she bent over to hit the cue ball.
It hit the balls with a crack, sending them scattering. None went in, so I chose my shot. After the cue ball bounced off the side wall, missing every single one on the table, Bailey frowned at me.
“Am I on the wrong team? What happened to your game, Huckleberry?”
“I’ve still got it.”
“You sure about that?” he asked as Callan took his shot. He got stripes, and took aim for another ball. After missing, Bailey was up. “I’ll show you how a pro does it.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” Brandy said from across the table.
He bent at the waist to take the shot, shooting two solids in the corner hole. He turned to me, holding his hands palms up, elbows bent, with a smirk on his face.
Show off.
Maybe I should play worse so he’d have to show me. Bend me over the table, my ass rubbing right where I knew we both wanted it.
No, I should definitely stop.
“Well, looks like you and Cal have it under control.” I grabbed Brandy’s hand, tugging her with me towards the dance floor where “Me and My Kind” by Cody Johnson played over the speakers.
“I need something stronger than beer,” I said to her. I needed something other than Bailey to make my head spin. He was making me fucking crazy.
“I know exactly what you need.” She winked before dragging me over to the bar.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bailey leaning on his cue, watching me as Callan bent over the table. Could I have been any more obvious running away from him like that?
Good ol’ Lettie. Always resorting to running.
