Biding Her Time
"Put your hands in your pockets, boys, and dig deep. I'm about to lighten your loads."
Bending over a pool table that had seen more money change hands than Chase Manhattan Bank, Audrey Griffin stretched one toned, well-muscled arm along the green felt. Loose auburn waves spilled over her shoulder as she cocked her opposite elbow back and lined up a seemingly impossible shot.
"Thirteen in the corner," she called, then sank the ball so fast, a few of the men around the table cussed a blue streak guarandamnteed to set their mamas to praying.
Laying her cue stick atop the well-used table, Audrey brushed her hands, shrugged and let an obnoxious grin spread over her face. "Anyone for darts?"
Colby Dale told her what would have to happen to hell before he played anything with her ever again, but he tossed her a ten spot before walking away. Two of the others coughed up handfuls of dollar bills, and Jed Clooney gave her two bucks in change plus an IOU, just to be irritating.
"Aw, c'mon." Audrey gathered her winnings, patting the cash into a neat pile. "I've been beating y'all since Red Bullet won the Preakness.You gotta be used to it by now."
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