“Ah, I see. There’s no sexual innuendo in darts then.” She copied my stance with a serious look on her face.
“Not while you’re learning,” I said, leaning over to peck her on the cheek before resuming my position. “Now, you don’t want to face the dartboard head-on. So turn to the side, but keep your legs spread.”
I stepped closer to Sabrina, guiding her hips into the right position. She might not have needed it, but I’d take any excuse I could get to put my hand on her.
“Straighten your shoulders.” I ran my hand up her spine and over her shoulders. Damn, it was getting hot in here.
Sabrina licked her lips as she turned to look at me and when our eyes met, I got lost in her hazel gaze. I started to lean closer to her, planning to kiss her senseless, but a familiar voice pulled my attention away.
“You guys want us to leave so you can be alone?” Ryder asked sarcastically.
It was Friday afternoon. I had to work at the strip club tonight and she had a shift at the soup kitchen, so we were spending the afternoon together. The bar was quiet, with only four other Outlaw Souls in the place and Yoda behind the bar. Ryder was sitting on a barstool behind us, trying to make sense of the paperwork that came with owning a business like this. Swole, Jagger, and Pin were at a table, playing some 5-card stud.
“Would you?” I asked Ryder, but I put a little distance between me and Sabrina out of respect.
Turning back to Sabrina, I held up one of my darts to eye level. “You want to only move your arm and wrist. Lock in the shoulder where it is. Also keep your eyes completely focused on the dart board. Visualize where you want the dart to land and make it happen.”
I threw all three of my darts to demonstrate.
“Like this?” She tried, but only one of her darts hit the board at all. The other two ended up landing in the wall beside it.
“Nice first attempt,” I said, unable to keep the laughter out of my voice.
“Shut up,” she said, shoving my shoulder.
I retrieved the darts and demonstrated again. She did a little better the second time, managing to get all three darts on the board, but none of them landed in a good spot. After two more tries, she was still struggling, but at least we were having fun.
“I think I’m ready for a game,” she said with innocent excitement.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked doubtfully.
“What? You don’t believe in me?” she asked. I could hear the challenge in her voice.
“Of course I do.”
“Then let’s put some money on it.” Reaching into her back pocket, Sabrina pulled out some folded bills and held them up. “A hundred bucks.”
I nearly choked on the drink I was sipping from. A hundred dollars seemed like a lot to gamble on. Coughing, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and shook my head.
“I’m not taking your money.”
“So youdon’tbelieve in me?”
I grinned. She’d purposefully backed me into a corner.
“Okay, okay. But I’ve got to warn you. Bar rules are that once money is put down on a game, there’s no going back.”
“I understand.”
I pulled out my wallet and found that I had eighty-eight dollars on me. “I’ll have to owe the rest if you win.”
Yeah, right.
We started a game, and I went first. I threw my three darts, hitting the outer ring with two of my darts, doubling my points for those darts.
“Seventy points,” I said, grinning. “Not off to a bad start.”
“Yikes,” Sabrina said, biting her lip nervously. “You’re really going to give me a challenge.”
