Page 72 of Will Bark for Pizza
Thoren made some remark intended to throw me off, but I couldn’t make it out over the pounding in my ears.
I tossed my first dart and it hit the eight, just above the sixteen. Dammit.
Alyssa came up behind me, grabbing me by the shoulders. “I know it’s hard, but focus. It’ll be so much more satisfying if you beat him.”
I remembered the open-ended favor that would be my prize, and it made hitting the seventeen spot easy.
“Yay!” Alyssa squealed. “One more, baby!”
Beckett had one elbow leaned against the high-top, his feet crossed at the ankles. “You got it, Kira.”
“You’re not going to try to sabotage me?” I teased.
He just answered with his sexy half smile.
I sucked in a deep breath and focused. I played darts a lot growing up, taught by both my brothers. I got good. Really good. If I missed this shot, I would never hear the end of it.
And if I hit this shot, Beckett owed me a favor of my choosing.
The dart sailed through the air and landed right where I aimed it—at the eighteen spot.
“Girls rule, boys drool!” Alyssa shouted as she grabbed me up in a hug and stuck her tongue out at Thoren.
“Rematch?” Beckett suggested.
“Sorry, man. I gotta head out,” Thoren said to him.
“Me too,” Alyssa said, her face turning a slight shade of red. “Beckett, can you give Kira a ride back to the farm?”
I shot her a look that saidwhat the hell?
Alyssa ignored me.
“I got her,” he said.
“Kira, try not to give Beckett too much grief about beating him? He didn’t know what he was up against.” Alyssa squeezed me in a hug. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow. But if I don’t, I’ll call you soon.”
Just like that, I was alone with Beckett.
It didn’t matter that the place was packed, that the music was almost too loud for regular conversation. I was only aware of Beckett and the fact I’d be riding home in his truck. Returning to a quiet house where everyone else was asleep.
“I have to get the cupcakes,” I said to him as I cleaned up what remained of the dessert table.
I felt Beckett behind me and the breath froze in my lungs. All I had to do was take a single step back, and I’d feel his hard chest pressed against my back. Would he wrap his arms around me or slide them down my hips?
“I have a confession,” Beckett said.
“Oh?” My hands wobbled as I placed the leftover cupcakes back in their container.
“I already know your secret.”
“Doubtful.”
The lid clicked shut on the container, and I spun around with it in tow, using it as a barrier. Beckett’s gaze locked me in place.
“It took me a while, but I figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
