Page 2 of Fun and Games
A tall, broad-shouldered, gorgeous man.
A small, strangled noise threatened to make its way out between my firmly pressed lips.
His dark green eyes shined, reflecting the lights from the overhead lamps. Light chestnut hair fell over his forehead in waves, looking soft and thick, practically inviting me to reach out and push the strands out of his face. His jawline was chiseled and slightly stubbled, making me wonder how it would feel under my palm.
The handsome man, who was presumably the bartender or manager ready to mediate any conflicts, tilted his head at me, questioning without words.
I hastened to clear my dry throat.
"I think there's been a mistake." I lowered my hands to my sides, not wanting to flail at the guy. The ridiculously good-looking guy.
"The quizmaster says I got a question wrong, but I'm positive I got it right," I continued.
"For the pub trivia?" he asked. "There's nothing wrong with your drink or the food?"
"Nothing like that," I said.
Handsome Guy stared at me long enough to make me squirm, in more ways than one. That deep green had a contemplative look. It was usually discomfiting to have some guy examining you from head to toe, but for some reason, coming from him, it was oddly thrilling.
The guy made a humming sound and cast a glance at the woman hosting the pub trivia.
"Let me take a look at the answer sheet," he told me, oddly serious.
As soon as he left, Samantha made a quiet whistling sound.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she ogled Handsome Guy. "Carol was right. Drinking at Sin and Tonic was a brilliant idea."
"I thought you decided to come here because of the great beer, not because of the hot staff," I replied, hopping back up onto my bar stool.
"The beer is great, but the hotties sure are a perk," she said.
He certainly was a hottie. I took the opportunity to give him the once over again. That soft looking wavy hair, those deep green eyes, the broad shoulders with a hint of a tattoo peeking out from underneath his shirt…
"I know I'm right, Mason," I heard the quizmaster say, sounding vexed.
The hottie, Mason, headed back to my table shortly. I perked up expectantly, and not just because I would have another chance to hear his smooth, low tones. I was sure this trivia mistake would all be sorted out soon.
He came over with a paper in his hand and tapped at the sheet with a finger.
"The questions tonight were all about geography?" he asked, as if to clarify.
I fixated on that one long finger. It looked like he had strong hands. My gaze wandered upward. Strong forearms, too. His muscled arms looked like they could pick me up with ease and hold me up against the wall as I wrapped my legs around his hips and…
"But you got one of the questions wrong?" he continued.
I snapped my eyes up to his. I had to cool it before I was caught licking my lips like a hungry jungle cat.
"Yes," I answered. "I had to write down what time Niagara Falls would be illuminated on the last Saturday in March."
"The quizmaster says the answer is nine thirty at night." Hottie Mason stated it matter-of-factly, as if there was no room for doubt.
I snatched the paper from his hands to stare down at the answer printed on the sheet.
"She says your answer of eight thirty is wrong," he continued.
I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips. Handsome or not, I was ready to go to war and emerge the victor.
"The Falls are lit up at eight thirty," I said. "I know, because I was there in late March and had to wait to get a good photo."
