Page 39 of The Savior

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Let’s go?Go where?They couldn’t leave with their drinks, and confused, she asked, “What?”

Beers in hand, Liam side-eyed her. “Darts?”

“Now?”

He laughed as if her poor bourbon-soaked brain was much slower than even he thought. “Yeah, sunshine.Now.”

Goosebumps surprised her, but she had more pressing problems to figure out like how to get out of darts. “I can’t. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.” He turned toward the back of the bar.

“I like to know how to do things before I get myself into a pickle,” she said then pushed off the barstool.

Whoa, boy. Maybe she should’ve stood slower. The bar room teeter-tottered, and she squeezed her eyes closed. His steady hand met her arm, and Chelsea peeked one eye open, then the next. “See? I shouldn’t be allowed to handle sharp objects.”

Liam wrapped her beer in her hand then pulled her toward the game area. “It’s not hard. What you don’t know, I’ll teach you.”

Her stomach fluttered even as she rolled her eyes hard enough to fall over. “I didn’t say it was, and I don’t want to learn in public.” Still, she trudged behind him, sipping her beer.

They stood by the darts, and he commanded in a loud voice, “Excuse me, everyone? Please look away.”

“Liam!”

No one glanced their way. She scowled, and he grinned with triumph.

“Just watch the master.” He took a long pull of his beer and set it on an empty table. In less than a minute, Liam had snagged the darts and hit the bullseye. Then he did it again and again, one after another.

“Show-off,” she muttered.

“Your turn.” He winked.

How did she get herself into this position? She couldn’t do this.

“Want me to show you again?” he teased.

Her eyebrows arched. “No, I’m good.”

But she wasn’t, especially under his unwavering attention. Then she smiled and knew exactly what to do. Chelsea swaggered and strutted toward the dartboard, giving her best Liam impersonation.

“What the hell is that?”

She pulled the darts from the board with decidedly less smoothness than he’d managed, but she turned and tossed her hair back. “The master.”

Smirking, he said, “I didn’t throw my hair.”

“Didn’t you?” She tried her Liam-strut again and positioned on a line.

What the cupcakes am I supposed to do now?She’d only been able to sink a basketball shot after she’d studied the physics behind a good throw.

Chelsea wasn’t even sure if her vision was blurry. She tried closing one eye. Her balance shifted.

“Hey, there,” Liam said, quickly stepping to her side. “Both eyes open.”

“I can do it however I want.”

“Obviously.” He snickered.

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