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flirt with him as much as he flirted with me, and later I’d make my move.  I needed Kage to see me through someone else’s eyes as desirable and attractive, and Jason managed to do that.  I needed to keep it friendly and light, though, because I didn’t want Jason to start hitting on me in earnest.
    “How hard is it to get the ball in the pocket if you’ve been drinking a lot?”
    He chuckled.  “Let’s just say my playing gets worse as the night goes on.”
    We kept up a light banter but I was looking for my opportunity to make a move on Kage.  He hadn’t seemed interested as yet.  I hoped Jason’s feelings wouldn’t be hurt, but surely all these guys knew.  After all, whom had I bought the shot for first?
    Well, they were no dummies.  After that game, Mark jabbed Diesel in the ribs and told him to help him “fetch another round” of beers.  “You in too?” he asked me and I nodded.  Jason then excused himself to “take a piss,” and that left me alone all of a sudden with Kage.
    He was setting up the table for the next game, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to keep his distance from me or not.  I moved close to him.  I didn’t touch him, didn’t want to completely blow it, but—because I knew Fay was watching—I didn’t want to be accused of not trying hard enough.  “So…do you really like pool?  ‘Cause you act like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”
    He looked up at me and grinned.  Oh, shit.  That was a panty melter.  I felt my heart start beating just a little faster, as though I’d been power walking.  “Let’s just say it’s been a rough week.”
    I smiled back.  “Well, it must be in the air, because I’ve have a shitty week too.”
    “It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t Jason and me against Mark and Diesel.  They’re the better players and they’ve beaten us twice now.  Guess it’s a good thing I just play for fun.”
    I looked down at his hands.  He had tattoos past his wrists.  God, was that sexy.  I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.  I couldn’t tell by glancing if he ever did.  I panicked momentarily, wondering if I had the right guy, but I knew I did.  He was the same guy who had been in the picture.  I had the right person.  I was just questioning myself, and I knew that was probably normal, especially considering I was going against everything that felt right to me.
    I took a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts out of my head.  His hand was on the triangle, rolling the balls around.  I asked, “So what else do you do for fun?”
    “You mean besides playing games I’m no good at?”
    I smiled at him again.  His eyes were probing mine.  What was he looking for?   I couldn’t get my lips to move at first.  “Yeah.”
    His lips curled up on one side.  Yes, he was definitely assessing me, and I was starting to get the vibe that maybe Fay was right.  I swallowed, and I would have bet anything at that moment I looked like prey.  He probably was sleeping around on her.  I’d have to make sure he used a condom, because God knew what nasty things his dick had touched.
    I was captivated by his charms, though, and I almost didn’t care that he was cheating on his wife, simply using me to get off, playing me for a fool.  There was something magnetic about him, and I just didn’t give a shit.  He swallowed and my eyes were drawn to his Adam’s apple.  He was wearing a chain around his neck.  Oh…I wanted to kiss him there, lick the line that chain made, but I wouldn’t want to stop and loop back up.  No, I’d want to keep kissing lower and lower.  But I realized I was staring and forced my eyes back to his.  They were smoldering now, almost ablaze, and he said, “Well…when I’m not working, I have a little fun playing in a rock band.”
    No.   He was teasing now, right?  “Are you kidding?”
    He smiled again.  “No.  I was lying when I said it was just for fun.  It’s not.  I’d

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