Page 92 of Guys Can't Write Romance
Daisy pulled back the cue and took the shot, and in an apparent miracle, she not only kept the cue ball on the table, but managed a good break.
“Woah!” Chad exclaimed. “Now that’s some quality coaching.”
“Excuse me? I think all credit goes to the student.”
After several games of mostly terrible (but hilarious) pool, with Daisy making up new rules as she went, it was time to move on to the next bar sport.
“Ready for some darts?” Chad said.
“You’re gonna trust me with sharp, pointy things?”
“I’ll be standing a safe distance behind you. Preferably behind a wall.”
“Okay. But I hope your insurance is paid up.”
They walked over to the dartboard on the back wall. Chad picked the darts from the board, then joined Daisy behind a taped line on the floor. Daisy’s first two throws hit the wall next to the board, and the third bounced off the floor.
“Let me guess,” Chad said as he fetched the darts, “you have a new rule for darts.”
She grinned and gave a big nod. “Yup. Bonus points if you miss the board completely.”
“What if you hit the board by accident?”
“That’s an error.”
“You remembered the lingo from game day.”
“How could I not? My teacher used French fries to demonstrate it, then ate the fries.”
Chad laughed. “Your teacher sounds talented.”
“He has his moments.”
Daisy drew her arm back and tossed the next dart, and somehow, it miraculously stuck into the board.
Daisy’s jaw dropped. “How’d that happen?”
“Don’t ask me. But that counts as an error.”
“Nope. Not anymore,” she said. “New rule. If the girl hits the board, it’s a home run. If the boy hits the board, it’s a foul ball.”
Chad chuckled and shook his head. “What if the boy hits the wall?”
“That’s an out.”
“Can the boy hit the floor?”
She shook her head. “Nope. That’s a grounder.”
“So, there’s no way for the boy to win?”
She grinned. “You’re catching on.”
“How about I coach you on how to throw it?”
“Is that you looking for another excuse to put your arms around me?”
A blush quickly filled his cheeks. “My subtlety needs some work, doesn’t it?”
