Cade deliberately pretended to find something interesting about his
beer and held it up to look at the way the light filtered through it.
Mike muttered something as Mandi sank the eight, then he sighed and said,
"Oh, well. It was worth the money to watch her do that, I guess."
Stan laughed and got up to take his turn. During the game Mandi chanced to
be standing directly in front of Cade as she leaned across the table to aim,
shifting her hips as she moved slightly to her right.
Oh, hell, yeah, Cade looked. As Mandi leaned forward, her skirt rode up a
bit and tightened delightfully around her butt and thighs.
In the corner of his eye, Cade caught a motion in the big front window of
the pub and glanced that direction. Mandi's reflection was grinning slightly as
she looked back at him.
Cade matched her small grin, shrugged as he flicked his eyebrows at her, and
went back to studying Mandi's assets as she made the shot and straightened up
with a muted 'gotcha' look on her face.
As Mandi methodically worked her way through her balls, Mike leaned over to
quietly ask Cade, "Where the hell did she learn to shoot like that?"
"She's from Vegas," replied Cade, as if that explained everything.
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