> "Umm, okay.." she said with a melodramatic sigh and moved back toward the
> table, leaning down and shooting again.
>
> Two balls, corner pocket. One, opposite pocket. Two side pocket.
>
> She looked at him with a mock disappointed look before adding "And you
could
> have been cuddling with me instead of this."
>
> One shot and the last ball was sunk, leaving the 8 ball to be taken care
of.
>
> "And my mother knew I was in a pool hall when I was doing a story about it
> for the school paper. Fats was great." she admitted with a sly grin.
>
> She turned to look at him, dark brow raised curiously "So what were you
> going to ask for?"
>
"Well now that doesn't really matter now," Derek told her. "I don't know if
you noticed, but you just won that game. Amelia will not be hanging around
pool halls," he added.
