"It may not happen again.
Ever."
"Oh, yes'm!" said Cade with a nod and a tiny salute. "As you say, ma'am.
Treasuring it now, ma'am. Back in a minute."
As he headed for the bar, Cade heard Mandi mutter, "Smartass," then she
called, "Extra mustard, okay?"
Chapter Twelve
Allowing a little extra time to get back to the hotel and fight the crowd in
the auditorium, Cade suggested that he and Mandi head back at eleven-fifteen.
"Besides," he added, "I've only won one game tonight. That's wearing rather
heavily on me, you know."
"Poor baby," said Mandi, snapping in her last two balls and the eight. "If
it's any consolation, nobody else has won against me in something like six
months."
"Well, in that case, I guess I'm all consoled now, ma'am."
Mandi chuckled and racked her stick, then picked up her purse and sipped the
last of her Coke.
On the way to the front door, she stopped, took a look around the bar,
sighed, and said, "This may have been my last night of real anonymity, Ed."
Cade leaned to kiss her cheek and said, "Doubtful. Like I said, there are
lots of beautiful blondes.
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