"Hey, there's three of us here, dude," confided Mike. "One of us has to beat
her."
Glancing at Mandi, Cade chuckled and said, "Yeah, right."
Cade put his name on the board, as well, and sat down with his beer. He
enjoyed watching women shoot pool, especially women in short skirts, and Mandi
had magnificent legs.
Midway through her game against Stan, Mandi leaned over the table for a
shot, lifting one leg slightly off the floor as she stretched. She seemed to
take longer than usual about it.
The shot hadn't seemed that difficult, even with the need to stretch for it.
Cade glanced from her legs to the table to try to see why she was taking so long
just as Mandi turned to look grinningly back at him.
His gaze shifted from the table to her face. Her expression seemed to change
to one of surprise for a moment, then she turned back around and popped the ball
into the pocket.
'Ha,' thought Cade. 'She thought she'd catch me eyeballing her legs.' With a
grinning mental shrug as he sipped his beer he added, 'She damned near did,
too.'
Mandi gave him an odd, studying glance as she rounded the table to take her
next shot.
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