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Tristan took Kat to the large entertainment room on the first floor. It had once been his grandfather’s cigar and brandy room, but had since been converted to a sort of “man cave,” with a billiard table, leather couches, and a sixty-five-inch flat-screen on one wall. The low-hanging lamps above the billiard table illuminated the green felt when Tristan turned on the lights.
“Select a few cues. I’ll pour us some brandy.” He headed to the liquor cabinet by the TV and poured two glasses before coming back to her.
A pair of cues rested on the felt and Kat was positioning the balls inside the wooden triangle.
“Solids or stripes?” she asked as she tucked the last ball inside with the others.
“Solids.” He set the white ball down on the black dot and lifted his cue. “But let’s make it inter
