All three men gaped at her.
Jessie Kay gave her a thumbs-up.
“Sorry, Jessie Kay,” West mumbled.
“Now that that’s settled.” Brook Lynn cleared her throat. “Let’s move on.”
As soon as the boys turned away, Brook Lynn flashed her sister the signal her uncle had taught them, and it was odd, doing so without being forced. As she flashed back to childhood times she’d resented, she felt no remaining animosity, just satisfaction that she possessed the skill.
Amazing what a change of perspective could do.
“We’re playing something called doubles eights,” she said. “Ever heard of it?”
“Maybe from a movie?” Jessie Kay shrugged. “Either way, you’ll be my partner, Brook Lynn. Of course. And I’m just certain we’ll figure out the rules together.”
“No,” Jase said, shaking his head. “Brook Lynn is with me.”
Jessie Kay bit her bottom lip the way they’d been taught. “But I came here after a long, hard day of work, and all I want to do is play with my sister. Or should I go home? Yeah, I probably should. Just like West said. I don’t like to cry in public.”
Jase’s eyes narrowed, and he glanced between them suspiciously.
Can’t laugh. Really can’t laugh. “Oh, Jessie Kay. Please don’t cry. I’d love to play with you. Beck? West? Which one of you will be Jase’s partner?”
“I’ll do it.” Beck selected a cue. “Word of warning. I never let my opponent win.”
“I’m glad, because we’re going to wipe the floor with your face,” Brook Lynn said, giving trash talk a try.
“I’ll kick us off, then,” Jase said tightly.
Poor guy. His plan to help her hustle his friends had failed—and he had no idea Brook Lynn had been hustling him all along.
“How about we put cash on this game?” Jessie Kay said. “I could use the cash.”
“No money,” Jase said. A sudden gleam in his eyes as he focused on Brook Lynn. “But we can play for favors.”
“What kind of favors?” she asked, doing her best to sound nervous. He’d stopped trying to help her and now saw this as an opportunity to win something from her. Sneaky devil. At least the new prize had doused his suspicions.
“Open ended,” he said. “To be named at a later date.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“Yeah. What if you ask us to count our own hair or lick our own elbows?” Jessie Kay said. When everyone gaped at her, she added, “What? Someone asked me to do that just this morning.”
“Nothing impossible,” Jase said. “Nothing illegal.”
What about...sexual? Brook Lynn gave a faux-reluctant nod. “Okay. We’re agreed. One non-illegal favor for every game won. So go ahead. Kick us off.”
What should she ask for? Because this game? In the bag.
Radiating fierce determination, Jase racked and broke the balls. He sank a stripe in the right pocket and then another in the left. But he missed his third shot—thanks to Brook Lynn “accidentally” dropping her new phone and bending down to pick it up.
Now she aimed her cue, choosing the most difficult shot, and met Jase’s gaze. With a grin slowly blooming to megawatt, she sank the ball with expert precision.
He blinked in surprise. And when she did it a second time, he unleashed a stream of curses. Jessie Kay giggled.
“Dude,” Beck said. Clearly fighting a grin, he patted Jessie Kay on the shoulder. “You girls are hard-core.”
As she preened under the attention, West muttered another curse, his eyes never leaving Jessie Kay.
Jase leaned against his cue. “I just got hustled, didn’t I?”
“Prepare to owe me a bunch of favors, Jase Hollister,” Brook Lynn said and sank another shot.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN