Page 91 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“That question answers itself,” Chad said. “Bar food is proof you can make anything taste good by deep frying it.”
“Vegetables?”
“Yup. Even vegetables.”
“We may have just found a way to get Chloe to eat vegetables without making gagging sounds.”
Chad laughed. “Tell her salsa is another good source of vegetables.”
“Do you ever eat real food?”
“Define real food?”
“Something that doesn’t come in a basket with greasy paper at the bottom.”
“Then, no.”
She smiled. “Maybe I can make you dinner sometime.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We’ll call it Operation Save Chad’s Arteries.”
He laughed. “Offer accepted. You ready to get your butt kicked at pool?”
“Oh, you’re so on, McKenzie,” she said, sliding from her stool. “But I’m warning you now, I suck at it.”
“I already knew that.”
“How?”
“I’ve watched you try to parallel park.”
She playfully smacked his arm.
They grabbed their beers and walked over to one of the pool tables that had just opened up. Chad racked the balls and handed Daisy a cue stick.
“You wanna break?” he said.
“What’s that mean?”
“You hit the white ball with the stick into the other balls hard enough to knock them apart.”
She nodded. “Prepare to be wow’d.”
By the time she had scratched three times in a row, sending the cue ball flying off the table and across the floor, Chad couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “When does the ‘wowing’ part start?”
“Shush. New rule,” Daisy said as Chad fetched the ball and put it back on the table. “Every time I hit the white ball off the table, it’s a home run.”
Chad laughed, setting his beer down. “I have a better idea. How about I show you.”
He leaned over behind her, his hands steadying hers as he guided the cue stick. “Here’s the trick. Line it up like this, keep your wrist steady, and snap it into the cue ball.”
A pleasant, unexpected tingle shot through her at his touch. She glanced at him sideways, arching her eyebrow. “Was this your devious ploy to put your arms around me?”
“Nope. It was my subtle ploy.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips had curled into a grin. “Let’s see if your coaching skills were enough to keep the white ball on the table.”
