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out who’s better another day. Oh, wel—”
    “Don’t let me stand in the way of a fair competition.” Jack tossed Thor keys.
    “Lock up when you leave. I’ll stop by your house and get the keys from you in the morning.”
    With sure hands, Thor caught them. “Will do.”
    “But—”
    Both men ignored her protest.
    “By the way, you can put that money back in your pocket.” Pushing his backside against the door to press it open, Jack finished, “You know it’s no good here.”
    “Don’t worry, Jack, it’s not for the owner. It’s for the bartender.” Thor beamed a smile at him.
    Laughing and shaking his head, Jack left.
    Thor followed him out and switched the bolt to the locked position. Sliding the keys into his back pocket, Thor asked, “So, what’s it going to be, Princess Liza? Will Daddy let you stay out and play?”
    Shooting daggers at him, she bit out, “Fine.” Tossing her purse onto a table, she marched over to the pool sticks and grabbed the one she’d replaced moments before. “Only so I can whip that smug smile off you face, officer.”
    Thor’s smile became broader as he crossed the room to get his on stick.
    “Rack ’em.”
    Stomping over to the other end of the table, she mumbled, “Well, I can tell I won’t be playin’ with a gentleman.”
    “That’s for damn sure.” Thor added chalk to the tip of his stick. He normally would have racked the balls, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of watching the princess leaning forward on the table and her breast giving a nice little swing in accompaniment. “You can break.”
    “Thanks.” She removed the triangle and pushed it in the slot on the side of the table. Grabbing her stick from where she propped it against the edge, she walked around the table planning her first move.
    “So, what are we playing for?”
    “My name.” Finding the angle she desired, she leaned over the table and stretched one arm forward to balance the stick in the crease of her thumb and forefinger. “If I win…you stop calling me Princess Liza.” Controlling the pool stick with her left hand, she rested the tip on her tented right hand and snapped it forward, hitting the tip against the top right of the cue ball.

    The crack of balls knocking against each other was broken when two of them dunked into a corner pocket one after the other.
    “I’ll take solids.” Liza announced.
    Nodding, Thor acknowledged her request.
    “If you happen to beat me…which I warn you no one has done in a long time, what do you want?”
    Staring across the length of the pool table at her, Thor waited until she made eye contact. He said, “I want the same thing as you. If I win…” he purposely lowered his voice a notch, “you say my name?”
    He noticed the significant rise and fall of her chest.
    “Fine. If you win. But that’s a big ‘if’.”
    Thor noticed her slight nervousness as her smile quivered slightly at the corners. He wondered what was behind it. Pushing the question away for the moment, he took a seat on the barstool Steve had vacated and waited for her to miss. Once she did, he would put his all into the game and make it a point to beat her.

Chapter Four
    “Well, I do believe it is time for you to pay the piper,” Thor told Liza as he dropped his pool stick onto the table. Over an hour later, they finished their second game. Liza had lost the first with two balls remaining on the table and had demanded they play the best out of three. This time Thor had beat her with four of her balls left on the table. He had to admit she was an awesome player.
    “What are you, some kind of shark?”
    Thor laughed loudly. “That would only qualify if I hadn’t told you from the beginning that I was good.”
    “Whatever,” she said, still holding the pool stick in front of her with the wide end of the stick on the floor.
    Approaching her, Thor admitted, “I’ll give it to you. You’re really good.
    Too bad all of your competition consists of men in a