Page 127 of Guys Can't Write Romance
They grabbed their beers and headed over to an open pool table in the back. Chad racked the balls and handed Daisy the cue stick, her hand brushing lightly against his as she took it. For a moment, something unspoken and pleasant passed between them as their eyes met.
“Does the lady want to break?” he said.
“She does,” Daisy said shyly as she took the stick and walked over behind the cue ball and took the shot.
“Okay, new rule,” she said after her fifth scratch in a row. “Every time I hit the white ball off the table, you have to tell me something true.”
“Where’d that come from?” he asked.
“Up here,” she said, playfully tapping the top of her head. “I thought it would add a layer of intrigue.”
“Why do I have a feeling I’m going to be telling a whole lot of truths?”
“Because you’ve seen me play.”
He gave a light chuckle as she lined up the shot and took it. To no one’s surprise, the cue ball once again flew off the table.
“Looks like you get to fess up, McKenzie,” she said. “Tell me something true.”
He retrieved the ball, trying not to smile. “I’m secretly bad at this game.”
“The game or telling truths?”
“Both.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Three scratches later, and he’d admitted he was afraid of spiders, couldn’t cook anything more complicated than a frozen microwave dinner, and that sometimes he worried he’d never be enough.
At hearing this last one, Daisy turned and looked at him. “Really? That’s what you think?”
“We’re being honest.”
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you’re more than enough. Actually, way more than enough. And I’m going to kick Ava’s butt for ever making you doubt that. You ready for darts?”
“You’re tired already of sucking at pool?”
“I’m afraid you’ll run out of truths before I actually hit the other balls.”
He laughed as they headed over to the dartboard in the back corner. And of course, Daisy had a new set of rules for darts.
“Here’s how this works,” she said. “Every time I miss the dartboard completely, you have to tell me something that scares you.”
“That doesn’t sound scary,” he said sarcastically.
“That’s because this is the vulnerability chapter in the Chad and Daisy story.”
He swallowed. “Okay. But no missing on purpose.”
She grinned and tossed the dart, not even coming close to hitting the board.
“You did that on purpose,” he said.
“Would I do that?”
