Chapter 34

I lost track of everything around me. My world narrowed down to the felt, the cue ball, and the occasional fresh cool glass pressed into my hand. Which started happening more and more often as that one drink too many tilted my pool playing abilities into potential epic failure territory. My stomach protested the boozy onslaught.

"Spit or swallow?" Rohan murmured to me, near the end of the final game. We were neck and neck for balls sunk.

I sputtered the water I'd been gulping down. "Beg pardon?"

He nodded at the triplets. "Spit or swallow? What are your boys in for tonight?"

I didn't even need to glance at the girls to answer that one. "Neither. Those girls are not putting their mouths on it."

Rohan gaped at me like door number three wasn't even a reality in his world.

I laughed and patted his shoulder. "Such a sheltered life you've led, Snowflake."