Lucia shook her head. “You’re useless.”
“Well, Ms.Rossi, looks like you’ve picked the wrong partner after all,” Penelope said, leaning over the table to align her shot. She only had to sink the six ball and then the eight.
“Ohh, someone’s in trouble,” Jules said. “Serves you right for being so damn competitive.”
“Whatever,” Lucia mumbled. “Pen hasn’t made the shot yet.”
The white ball slammed into the six ball, followed by the thump of it dropping into a pocket.
“You were saying?” Penelope asked.
Lucia pursed her lips but held Penelope’s gaze.
“I think your error was assuming that because I haven’t played in a while, I’d be bad at this.”
“No, my mistake was trying to protect you from these sharks…”
“Hey!” Jules exclaimed.
“Meanwhile,” Lucia continued, “you’re a freaking megalodon.”
Penelope laughed.
“Don’t mind her. She’s a sore loser,” Jules said.
“Blackwell, can you put us out of this misery?” Skye called from the sidelines, her eyes still drifting toward the bar.
“Traitor.” Lucia tightened her grip on the cue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” Penelope said before lining up the cue ball. With a sharp clang, it shot the eight ball into the right corner pocket.
“Yes!” Jules called.
Lucia sighed.
Penelope put the cue back and strode toward her, leaning close. “Maybe next time, stick with me?”
Lucia grasped her hips, pulling her closer. “You bet. Congratulations, Dr.Blackwell. You played a hell of a game.”
“Thank you, Ms.Rossi. You weren’t so bad yourself.”
“Unlike my teammate.”
“Hmm, you can’t fault Skye for being distracted by a beautiful woman.”
“I suppose.”
Penelope shivered at the heat in Lucia’s gaze.
“How do you plan to make it up to me?”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see when we get back home.” She pressed a light kiss against Lucia’s lips, savoring her closeness.
“Hey! Enough of that. I didn’t expect to be the third wheel. The night is young, dartboard, anyone?” Jules said.
“Maybe another time?” Lucia said.
“Seriously? Skye just ditched us, and now you’re bailing, too?”
