I glanced around. “Teams? Don’t we all just aim for the bullseye, most points at the end wins?”
He shrugged. “I guess we could play like that.”
“In a typical game, there are three rounds. First to zero from 301 without going negative wins,” Zack said.
“Oh crap. It involves math?” I blanched.
“We’ll figure it out. Come on.” Shelby led me by the crook of my arm and skipped over. “Winner picks the appetizers. So, whose team do you want to be on?” she asked. “Boys versus girls, couples, or cousins versus significant others?”
“We’re all friends,” Harvey said dryly.
“Kind of.” My fake boyfriend tugged his ear and glanced at the board. He’d be fine if I picked Shelby. But I didn’t want to be without him.
I slid my arm through his and pressed my chest against his bicep. “I’ll be with my man.”
God, I loved it when his neck reddened.
“Her man,” Shelby sing-songed.
Zack swatted her away. “Go be with yours, weirdo.”
“Fine.” She took a dart, did a whole big wind-up and spin to throw it, then jumped in excitement. “Ah, I hit the board.”
Harvey offered her a high-five. “Good girl—er, grip.”
“Thanks.” She giggled and clung to his hand, then swung herself into a hug with him.
They was so obnoxiously cute. How were we going to measure up to that?
Zack leaned into me. “You’re up, Nic. You should be good at this. You know, throwing stuff. Too bad you have to aim.”
“Shut up.” I hip-checked him and grabbed a dart. Catwalk, pose, aim, and shoot. I practiced my throw without letting go, but my boyfriend’s gaze bore into me.
He pressed his fist to his mouth, watching me like I was in New York Fashion week instead of a bar.
I wiggled my hips a little for him. “Do I look like I know what I’m doing?”
“Not really.”
“You just like looking at me?”
He flushed and gestured to the board. “Will you throw, please?”
“That’s a yes.” I grinned and slung the dart right into a double-points ring. “Yes,” I cheered, then slapped his hand. As I went to stand beside him, he smacked my thigh, like I was a footballer coming to the bench.
I laughed and nudged his arm. “You know we can’t hassle them about their PDA now, right? You just smacked my ass.”
“I did not. That was all leg.”
“Mmhmm. I’m watching you, Quarterback.” I swatted his ‘upper leg’ too for good measure.
He flinched through an incredulous laugh. “You’re in trouble later.”
Oh, didn’t I know it?
The game went by fast with banter and celebrations. We weren’t pros or anything. More than one dart bounced off the wires and fell to the floor. When it came down to it, Zack had the opportunity to win the game for us before Harvey and Shelby’s next turn.
He furrowed his brow. “I don’t know if I can hit that ring.”
