Chapter Eighteen
Jackson
Leaning forward, I kept my eye on the ball in front of me, sliding my pool cue back and striking forward with soft precision. One ball clinked against another, sending my shot neatly into the corner pocket.
Glancing up, I met Wade’s eye roll. “Dude, you always f*****g win. I shouldn’t play with you.”
I winked as I stepped away from the table. “You don’t have to play with me. I can kick somebody else’s a*s,” I offered with a chuckle.
Wade muttered something under his breath and quickly racked the balls to start another game. It was getting late. At Lost Deer Bar, the only ones left out from the lodge were Wade, Dani, Dawson, and me. Dawson was busy flirting with a woman off to the side of our game.
“Well, hey there, Jackson,” I heard a voice call from behind m
