The Mistletoe Game E-Book

Ellis O. Day

• Herausgeber: LSODea
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Hot Holidays
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 231

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

It’s Christmas Eve at La Petite Mort Club and the night is about to get interesting because it’s almost time to play The Mistletoe Game.
Adrian is prowling the Club when he notices the saddest woman he’d ever seen. She looks like her world has ended. He’s just the guy to cheer her up. He’s rich, attractive and charming.
Unfortunately, Ellie finds him annoying, arrogant, and too alpha. She’s done with alpha males who can’t keep it in their pants and wouldn’t know the meaning of the word faithful if they were reading it in the dictionary.
But when Ellie’s cheating ex calls her cold, the only way to prove him wrong is to play The Mistletoe Game with Adrian.
How bad can it be?
They’re in public. It’s a game. Probably, a few kisses under the mistletoe, except this is La Petite Mort Club and nothing is as innocent as just a kiss.

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The Mistletoe Game

Hot Holidays, Volume 1

Ellis O. Day

Published by LSODea, 2020.

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A Merry Masquerade For Christmas

The Dom's Submission Series (Parts 1-3)

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The Proposition

The Dom's Submission

His Sub

His Mission

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The Voyeur

Watching the Voyeur

Touching the Voyeur

Loving the Voyeur

Table of Contents

Title Page

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The Mistletoe Game (Hot Holidays, #1)

CHAPTER 1: Adrian

CHAPTER 2:  Ellie

CHAPTER 3:  Adrian

CHAPTER 4:  Ellie

CHAPTER 5:  Ellie

CHAPTER 6:  Adrian

CHAPTER 7:  Ellie

CHAPTER 8:  Adrian

CHAPTER 9:  Ellie

CHAPTER 10:  Adrian

CHAPTER 11:  Ellie

CHAPTER 12:  Adrian

CHAPTER 13:  Ellie

CHAPTER 14:  Adrian

CHAPTER 15:  Ellie

CHAPTER 16:  Adrian

CHAPTER 17:  Ellie

CHAPTER 18:  Adrian

CHAPTER 19:  Ellie

CHAPTER 20:  Adrian

CHAPTER 21:  Ellie

CHAPTER 22:  Adrian

CHAPTER 23:  Ellie

CHAPTER 24:  Adrian

CHAPTER 25:  Ellie

CHAPTER 26:  Adrian

CHAPTER 27:  Ellie

CHAPTER 28:  Ellie

CHAPTER 29:  Adrian

CHAPTER 30:  Ellie

CHAPTER 31:  Adrian

CHAPTER 32:  Ellie

CHAPTER 33:  Adrian

CHAPTER 34:  Ellie

CHAPTER 35:  Adrian

CHAPTER 36:  Ellie

CHAPTER 37:  Adrian

CHAPTER 38:  Ellie

CHAPTER 39:  Adrian

CHAPTER 40:  Ellie

CHAPTER 41:  Adrian

CHAPTER 42:  Ellie

CHAPTER 43:  Adrian

CHAPTER 44: Ellie

CHAPTER 45:  Adrian

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CHAPTER 1: Adrian

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Adrian wandered through the crowd at La Petite Mort Club, enjoying the lavish holiday decorations. Over the last ten plus years, he’d grown accustomed to a Christmas filled with sand, dirt and sometimes bullets, but that was his past.

About eight months ago, his friend Mitch had convinced him to leave the Marines to work in cyber security at a private investigator firm. On most days, he was happy with his decision. The pay was fabulous and his boss, Patrick Westman, was great, but he missed the military—not the fighting or killing but the connection he’d had with his team of brothers. His phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket.

MITCH: Running late.

He frowned at the screen. Late his ass. The bastard was hooking up.

ADRIAN: Bullshit. Who is she?

MITCH: Who knows & who cares? She’s got great tits and an eager pussy.

ADRIAN: Protect your soldier.

MITCH: Always.

He slid his phone back into his pocket. He was on his own. He stopped at the bar and pushed his bottle of Bud toward the front, signaling that he was ready for another. The bartender grabbed it, too busy to chat so Adrian scanned the crowd.

Most of the people were behaving tonight—no shows on the stages, only a few couples having sex. It was quiet but the air was filled with anticipation. It could be due to the Club being closed tomorrow for Christmas–one last bang before spending time with family–or it could be the game Desiree, one of the Pleasure Associates, was organizing.

She stood on stage supervising two bouncers and a few customers as they arranged props draped in festive green, red and gold sheets on the main stage.

He paid the bartender for the beer and took a gulp. He should go home and get some rest. His family had a big party planned for tomorrow. The only reason he’d come out tonight was because Mitch had begged him. That’d teach him for doing a good deed. His friend was getting laid and he was studying Christmas sheets on a stage. It was too bad he thought of Desiree like a kid sister. He needed to get laid. His gaze skimmed over the bar and screeched to a halt on the saddest woman he’d ever seen.

She sat alone, her face pale and lips tight but it was her eyes that made his heart twist. She looked like her world had ended and he hated, absolutely hated, seeing women sad. His six sisters could attest to that. He’d taken many a punishment for things they’d done to keep them from crying.

The woman stared at her phone and then wiped her eyes, leaving a smudge of mascara on her cheek and making her look even sadder. That was it. He was going to cheer this lady up. He grabbed his beer and froze as she answered her phone, a smile spreading across her face.

“Shit,” he mumbled. That smile transformed her from okay-looking to gorgeous. She had thick, honey-brown hair, high cheekbones with a wide mouth and lush, red lips that promised all sorts of pleasurable things. His dick hardened. Change of plans. He wasn’t just going to cheer her up; he was going to make her smile, preferably as she gazed up at him from his bed.

Baby steps. First, he had to meet her. Then he’d fuck her. His gaze dropped to her wrist. He was both disappointed and relieved that she wasn’t wearing a bracelet that marked her as a Pleasure Associate. If she had been, sex would’ve been a sure thing, but he did love a challenge. He made his way around the bar toward her. It was time to brighten both their nights.

CHAPTER 2:  Ellie

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Ellie sat at the bar, twirling her straw in her drink as she stared at the Christmas lights and tried not to cry. She couldn’t believe Marc was standing her up again, especially here. She hadn’t even wanted to come to this place, but once his friend Bruce had gotten them guest passes Marc had pestered her relentlessly. She’d finally agreed to meet him at La Petite Mort Club just to shut him up. Now, she was sitting alone at the bar in a sex club and he didn’t even have the decency to show up. He’d call with some lame excuse about...

Her phone beeped. It was a message from Marc. Great. Here came the lame excuse. She tapped the screen and stared at the picture of Marc and...the other woman.

They were in Marc’s tiny office at the gym. The woman sat on the desk her legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked her. She held the phone over his shoulder and had smiled for the picture. Ellie should be furious but all she could think was she’s pretty. It wasn’t surprising. Marc wouldn’t waste his time with someone unattractive.

Her phone rang. It was her mom. She took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes. Everything would be okay. She had her family and her job. She didn’t need a man, especially one like Marc. “Hi, Mom. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, honey.”

She smiled. Just hearing her mom’s voice made everything okay.

“I know you and Marc have a big night planned so I’ll make this quick.”

“It’s okay, Mom.” There was no reason to explain that her big plans were now going to the grocery store for some chocolate and then home to cry. She’d tell her family about the breakup tomorrow.

“No. You two need time alone. You work too much.”

“We spend time together.” This was not her fault, but that little voice whispered, Are you sure? All of your boyfriends have cheated on you. If it isn’t your fault, then whose fault is it?

“Will you two be staying over tomorrow night?” asked Mom.

“Dad would be okay with that?” Her father was not a fan of pre-marital sex.

“Of course not but let me worry about him.” There was a smile in her mother’s tone that made Ellie want to cry. All she wanted was a relationship like her parents had. Yes, they’d gone through a rough patch a few years ago but they’d made it through, and they seemed happier than ever.

“Uhm. Yeah, I guess we might stay over.” She cleared her throat. It wasn’t really a lie. She’d spend the night tomorrow which would give Marc time to pack his stuff and be out of the apartment before she returned.

“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see you. Have fun tonight.”

“Thanks. Can’t wait to see you too.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. She wanted her mom’s hug. She needed it but she’d have to wait. She pressed the button ending the call. The picture of Marc and that woman stared up at her.

She closed the message app. The bitch was welcome to him because she wasn’t going through this again. She dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail. Good. She didn’t want to speak with the bastard anyway. “We’re done. I want you and your crap out of my apartment by the time I get home from my parents’ house tomorrow.”

She hung up and dropped her phone into her purse. She grabbed her vodka and grapefruit, taking a long drink, surprised that she didn’t feel anything. She should be angry, hurt, sad, something but she just felt numb. She’d wasted almost three years on the jerk and two on the cheating asshole before him. Her gut twisted with disgust but at herself not them. As of tonight, she was done with arrogant, alpha males, who moved from one woman to the next like they were nothing more than dishes on a buffet.

“Excuse me. May I buy you a drink?” asked a man with a voice like whiskey—rough and smooth at the same time.

“No. Tha...” Her breath caught in her chest. This guy was better than good looking. Tall. Dark hair. Sharp features, a sexy mouth and vibrant green eyes. Maybe she should reconsider her decision to avoid men like him but just for tonight. It’d been awhile since she’d had sex and it was Christmas Eve. He’d make a delicious package to unwrap. She forced herself not to check out the yummy one between his legs.

“Are you waiting for someone? I’ll keep you company while you wait.” He waved the bartender over. “Another for the lady and myself.”

“I said no.” Nope, she was not reconsidering. She was done with the macho, alpha male types. She’d find herself a nice, sensitive teacher or accountant like her sister had done. No, not like Trevor. Tina’s fiancé was as far from macho as he could be, but he was still a jerk.

“Please, let me get you a drink. You seem sad and I’m a good listener.” He smiled.

She almost melted into a puddle on the chair. It should be illegal to be that good looking. “Right.” Men like him never listened; they hunted and conquered.

The bartender walked over and placed the drinks in front of them. He handed her some money before sitting on the chair next to Ellie. His gaze traveled down her body, resting a quick second on her cleavage. She breathed in his scent—subtle cologne and male. The place between her legs began to hum but she wasn’t doing this again. She was done jumping from one lousy, macho jerk to the next. She was twenty-six years old. It was time to change her type. She stood.

“Where are you going?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I said no.”

“Come on. The drinks are here. You’re here. I’m here.” Again, his eyes dipped to her chest. “Shame to let something so delicious go to waste.”

“You’re all alike. Believing a smile and a drink will get you whatever you want. Well, it won’t work on me.” Not tonight anyway. Hopefully, never again.

“Hey.” He held up his hand. “I only meant to keep you company.”

“Really? My company. That’s all you wanted.”

“Yes.” One corner of his mouth turned up in a sexy smile. “At least to start.”

“Asshole.” She grabbed her drink and left.

CHAPTER 3:  Adrian

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Adrian couldn’t keep his gaze off that woman’s ass. She wore a short, black and red dress that hugged those large, round cheeks like a second skin. Her butt was perfect for his hand and she needed a spanking more than any woman he’d ever met. He shifted slightly, giving his rising cock some room.

“Hey Adrian, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” Desiree stopped beside him at the bar. “I thought your family was having a big to-do for your first Christmas home?”

“They are but that’s tomorrow.” His eyes drifted to the woman with the honey-brown hair and those suck-me lips.

“I’m glad you’re here. I need some contestants for my game.”

“What are you doing up there?” He pulled his gaze away from the woman, who now sat on the other side of the bar, and glanced at the stage.

“It’s the Mistletoe Game and I need you”—she tapped his arm—“to play.”

“How do you play?”

“I’ll explain the rules when the couples get on stage.” Desiree smiled, her eyes mischievous. “I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Sorry, but I’m single tonight.”

“That’s perfect because partners are chosen at random.” She held out a bag. “Pick a chip.”

“I’m not into games, especially ones where I don’t know the rules.” With his luck he’d end up tied to a spanking bench while some Domme beat his ass and that was so not his thing.

“It’s La Petite Mort Club. The rules are consent and pleasure.”

“Sounds fun but—”

“Please. Ethan isn’t thrilled that he agreed to let me do this. I need people to participate or it’ll be the last time he lets me coordinate an event.”

“He has had a bit of a stick up his ass lately.”

“So, you’ll play?” She stared at him hopefully.

He sighed. He was a sucker for a woman in need, but after growing up with six sisters he’d learned how to negotiate. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll play if you make sure she’s my partner.” He nodded at the woman across the bar.

CHAPTER 4:  Ellie

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Ellie searched on her phone for locksmiths that were open this late on Christmas Eve. She either changed her locks or she went to a hotel because she was not dealing with Marc tonight. The asshole wouldn’t have the decency to stay with his slut. He’d creep into the house in the middle of the night and into her bed. That’s what he’d done the last time and then he’d somehow convinced her that she was wrong about his cheating. That wasn’t going to happen again because this time she had more proof than odd charges on her credit card.

“Excuse me,” said a soft, feminine voice.

“Yes.” She pulled her gaze away from her phone.

It was the woman who’d been on stage earlier in the evening. Ellie knew men found her attractive, but this woman was extraordinarily beautiful with wavy black hair and blue eyes.

“Hi, I’m Desiree.”

“Ellie.” She smiled at the other woman. She’d never been the type to be jealous of another woman’s beauty.

“I know you don’t know me, but I need a favor.”

“A favor?” Ellie’s surprise must’ve shown on her face because the other woman started rambling.

“This is the first event I’ve been allowed to organize here and”—Desiree lowered her voice—“I screwed up. I have one more man than woman. I need a partner for him in the Mistletoe Game.”

“Ah...no. Thanks but I’m not in the mood.”

“Please.” Desiree grabbed her hand. “It’ll be fun, and it’ll take your mind off him.”

“Who said—”

“I saw you talking on the phone. You’re upset, and it’s always because of some man.” Desiree rolled her eyes on the last word.

“That’s true.” She laughed.

“So, you’ll play?”

“Ah...”

“Please. I need one more woman and then I can start the game. If I take too long my boss is going to stop this before it begins.” Desiree’s gaze lifted to the second floor.

Ellie’s eyes followed the other woman’s and her mouth dropped open. The most gorgeous man she’d ever seen stood at the balustrade, watching them, his face impassive. “He looks like a fallen angel. An angry one.”

“Doesn’t he though.” Desiree laughed. “But Ethan isn’t angry, he’s cranky.”

“Why?”

“Woman troubles. What else?”

“Him?” Men like him didn’t have women troubles, they made trouble for women.

“Yep.” Desiree shrugged. “As you know, even beautiful people get their hearts broken.” She touched Ellie’s arm.

“Ah...sure.” She didn’t consider herself beautiful. Cute? Yeah. Pretty? Some days. But beautiful? No.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Desiree gave her a quick hug before handing her a dark green poker chip. “I’ll explain everything when I call you to the stage.”

“Uhm...I didn’t—”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun. I promise.” Desiree grinned and started to walk away.

Ellie grabbed her arm. “What kind of game? Exactly.”

“What does it matter?” Marc pushed his way to the bar, stopping at her side, his brown eyes hard with anger. “You won’t play anyway.”

“I see you got my message.” She let go of Desiree and prepared herself for the upcoming argument. She usually backed down from Marc’s temper but not this time.

“Yeah. What the fuck’s your problem? I was working late because all you do is bitch about money and then I get this message from you.” He moved closer. “Babe, you know I’m only working this much for you. For us. For our future.”

“Please, don’t.” She looked around him. “Sorry, Desiree but I think you’ll have to count me out.”

“Fuck that. We’ll play,” said Marc. “That’s why we’re here.”

“We aren’t doing anything. We are done. Over.”

“Is there a problem?” One of the bouncers stepped up behind Marc.

“No. Sorry,” said Marc. “Ellie”—he tipped his head—“we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Ellie, you know you get like this. Jealous over nothing.”

“I can smell her perfume on you.” This was so embarrassing. She hated being the center of attention and Marc wasn’t even trying to be quiet.

“I saw my sister today. That’s what you smell.”

She was so not in the mood for this. “I’m done, Marc. I mean it. I’m not falling for your lies again.” She didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“I’m not lying.” His face began turning red with anger. “You’d better watch it because I’ve about had it with your jealous fits.”

“My jealous...You’ve about had it.” She was at a loss for words but luckily, she had a picture. She picked up her phone, almost smiling because she hated him right now. She couldn’t wait to show him that she wasn’t as stupid as he thought. “I’m glad you’re almost done because I’m completely done”—she opened the message and shoved her phone in his face—“with you.”

His eyes widened and then narrowed. “Ah...that’s not—”

“Don’t you dare try and tell me that isn’t you.” She enlarged the picture so that the side of his face filled the screen.

“Son of a...that bitch.” He pulled his gaze away from the phone and pushed her hand down. “Babe, this isn’t what you—”

“Don’t.” She couldn’t do this. “It’s over, Marc.” She was tired, exhausted. “I’m going home. I’ll stay at my parents’ house tomorrow. Be out of the apartment before I get back.” She stood.

“This is your fault.”

“Excuse me? How is this my fault?”

“If you weren’t so fucking cold in bed, I wouldn’t have to fuck someone else.” His chest puffed out.

“I am not cold.” Her words came out sure, but she wasn’t. Every guy she’d ever loved had cheated on her. She’d always blamed them but perhaps it was her. She was a forensic accountant. She looked for patterns and she was the common denominator.

“Ha. I had to beg you to come here tonight. Sex clubs aren’t your thing. Remember?” He sneered down at her. “Just like sex isn’t your thing.”

“I like sex.” She did. “We used to have sex all the time.”

“Yeah, before you froze up like a fucking iceberg.” He gave her a disgusted look before turning and walking away.

She dropped onto her chair and stared at the holiday lights. She was not cold. She wasn’t. This wasn’t her fault. They were the ones who cheated. They were the ones who were broken. If she kept telling herself that, one day she might believe it.

CHAPTER 5:  Ellie

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Ellie finished her second drink. She wanted to leave but she refused to give Marc the satisfaction of seeing her walk out alone while he was surrounded by women. She’d wait for him to go to the bathroom and then she’d sneak out like the lonely, pathetic loser she was.

“Ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for La Petite Mort Club’s Mistletoe Game.” Desiree’s voice rang through the Club’s speaker system.

The crowd cheered and everyone either turned toward the stage or walked over to it.

Her eyes dropped to the green chip that sat on the bar next to her. She’d forgotten all about this stupid game. There was no way she was playing but it was the perfect time to make her way to the door. She grabbed her purse, threw some money for a tip on the bar and stood.

“Thanks. Don’t forget your chip,” said the bartender when she grabbed the glass empty and tip.

“Right. Thanks.” She picked up the green chip and meandered along the outskirts of the crowd, pretending to watch the stage but really keeping her eye on Marc who’d somehow managed to find a place at the very front with his asshole friend Bruce.

She hated him even more. He was a golden boy. Everything always went his way. It was so annoying but soon he’d be out of her house and her life. She sidled past a bouncer and started walking faster for the door. She’d go home to her empty apartment, curl into the fetal position and cry, except Marc would come home at some point tonight. She pulled her phone from her purse. She was going to a hotel. She’d order room service and watch old movies while she made herself sick on chocolate.

CHAPTER 6:  Adrian

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Adrian stood on the stage, searching the crowd for his partner. This was the second time tonight he’d almost lost her. The first had been when her boyfriend had shown up.

What an ass. He didn’t care how pissed a guy got with his girlfriend; it was never okay to say that kind of shit about her, especially in a crowded bar. It’d taken everything he’d had not to walk over there and introduce his fist to the asshole’s face.

His gaze landed on honey-brown hair and his eyes roamed over her frame. That woman sure did have a nice ass but unfortunately, it was heading for the door. There was no way he was letting that happen.

“Ah, Des.” He waved at his friend. “My partner is trying to flee.” He pointed at the woman. His woman. At least that was how he’d been referring to her in his head ever since he’d seen her smile.

“Oh. Darn. I guess she doesn’t want to play.” Des gave him a mischievous grin.

“She does. I’m sure.” He’d winked at his friend. “If not, I’ll make her want to play.” Both on stage and later in his bedroom.

“You’d better. She’s had a bad night and could use a good present for Christmas.” Desiree turned on the microphone in her hand.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll stuff her stocking just right.” He laughed.

CHAPTER 7:  Ellie

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“Ellie! Ellie!” Desire’s voice boomed through the Club.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ellie mumbled as she stopped. The door was right there. Right there. She could make a run for it but everyone, including Marc, would be watching her.

“Ellie, come up here. I remember the chip you picked. You’re Green.” Desiree almost squealed with excitement. “Come here and meet your partner.”

“Ellie? Ha. She won’t play,” yelled Marc. “She doesn’t have the guts or desire to do anything exciting.”

Her back stiffened. She refused to let him win. It was just a game. A kiss under the mistletoe or something stupid like that. She’d do this and go home.

“You hush.” Desiree glared at Marc before turning back toward Ellie and smiling. “Everyone move out of her way. Let her through. Damon, help her.”

A large bouncer smiled down at her, offering his arm. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, well over six feet tall and muscular was an understatement. He had short, dark brown hair and friendly brown eyes. “Shall we?”

“Of course.” She smiled back but was sure her lips trembled. She didn’t want to be on stage in front of all these people.

“It’ll be fine. Des knows how to show everyone a good time.” He led her through the crowd.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mumbled but obviously not quietly enough because he chuckled.

“Don’t worry.” He took her hand as they approached the stairs. “Consent is the number one rule here. If there’s anything you don’t want to do, just say it. No one will judge you.”

“Thanks.” Her eyes darted to Marc. Damon was wrong about that because one person was eagerly waiting for her to back down. She’d die before she let that happen. She walked onto the stage.

The gorgeous man who’d wanted to buy her a drink grinned as he held out a green chip. Ellie’s vodka and grapefruit turned to rock in her stomach. No. Not him. Anyone but him.

“I think you’re my partner.” The guy looked around the stage where about a dozen couples stood. He was the first in line and the only one who was alone.

She almost bared her teeth as she plodded forward. She’d kiss the asshole and go home. Hopefully, he’d have bad breath or be a horrible kisser.

“Nice to meet you, Ellie.” He held out his hand, trying not to smile but his eyes sparkled with laughter. “I’m Adrian.”

“Hi, Adrian.” She forced a smile. The jerk was loving this.

“Let’s start the Mistletoe Game,” yelled Desiree.

The crowd roared.

“One person from each team needs to pick a package.” Desiree pulled a gold sheet off one of the props, displaying a wooden cross with presents, draped in holiday colored linen, hanging from it. “I’d suggest sending the person with the worst aim.”

“There’s going to be throwing like in baseball?” She glanced at Adrian.

He shrugged. “Don’t know. Could be shooting.”

“Shooting?” She frowned at him. “Inside the building?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” He grinned. “It’s possible.”

“Then I guess I pick because I’ve never even fired a weapon.”

“Squirt gun? Nerf gun?”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of those.” She smiled sheepishly at him. “I’m not much better with them than with balls. Are you any good?”

His grinned deepened as he leaned close to her. “I’m very, very good and I bet you’re better with balls than you say.”