Fall by Winter - Cara Dee Page 0,15

the opposite.

“You should try to defeat your mother before you take me on, son.” William threw an arm around Brady’s shoulders and ruffled his hair as if our boy was seven. “She’s almost as good as I am.”

“Don’t fuck with the hair!” Brady pulled away from him and carefully ran his fingers through his hair. I shook my head in amusement. “I know very well how good she is. We come here a lot.”

William was surprised, and he turned to me. “You do?”

“I guess it’s a tradition we’ve started.” I shrugged and smiled. “Pool and pizza with Brady, movie dates and running with Aurora.”

Kelly held the door open for me, and I nodded in thanks as I entered the pool hall. I’d come to really like this run-down joint. No muss, no fuss. Cheap pizza, shitty beer, and approximately thirty pool tables in two rows made for a narrow but long establishment I enjoyed taking Brady to every now and then. Especially during the day when it was as good as dead here.

The place came to life on the weekends. Sharon and I had come here a couple times then.

“How many tables?” Brady asked. “Wait, are we playing in teams or going solo?”

William glanced up from his phone with a faint grin. “Well, Aurora called dibs on being on Daddy’s team, so… She’ll be here in five.”

“If my best chance to beat you is through Lissa, I’m with her.” Kelly called dibs on me then, I guessed.

I winked at him.

William narrowed his eyes at me.

I stuck out my tongue, which startled him. Ha!

“Okay, so that’s Uncle Mason and me,” Brady said. “One table. One team eats while two play. Deal?”

Everyone was in agreement, and we decided that Brady—who was “starving”—and Mason would sit out the first game and get their pizza on.

We grabbed a table somewhere in the middle, while Mason and Brady went to order us a few pies. Nine-ball was the only game everyone knew the rules for, so that was easily settled.

“Heads you break, tails I break,” William said, flipping a quarter. “Heads.”

I glanced at Kelly and grabbed a cue for myself. “Are you good at breaking?”

“I could be better. You go first, hon.” He grabbed a cue too, and he threw the blue chalk my way.

“Dad!” we heard Aurora holler. “Wait for me!”

Judging by the small bag from Sephora she was carrying, I assumed she’d been at the mall with a friend.

Soon, everyone had joined us, and Mason had made Aurora blush by saying she took after her “beautiful mother.”

I may have beamed a little.

“All right, show us what you’re made of, Lis,” William said.

“I do like to break balls,” I mused.

Kelly and William chuckled.

“She makes that joke every time,” Brady informed everyone.

“Oh, shut up.” I pushed up the sleeves of my hoodie and got in position along the short end of the table. Mason and Brady had gotten comfortable at one of the tables lining the wall, and they stood up and scarfed down some pizza while I made the first shot. The balls scattered and bounced across the table, and I smirked. I’d managed to block two pockets with the seven and eight balls.

“Remember the rules, princess?” William asked Aurora.

“Yeah.” She concentrated and studied the table. “Okay, my turn?”

He nodded and dipped down to whisper something to her.

I shifted my gaze to Mason and found him watching me.

That was going to get distracting very quickly.

“He won’t get that one, will he?” Kelly asked me quietly.

I shook my head. “Impossible.” We were huddled together in one corner, with William studying the angle of his shot from the other side of the table. “I think he’s gonna try to block the corner pocket.” We waited to learn I was right, and I chewed on my lip. The six ball was going to be difficult to sink. “You’re gonna have to shoot it off the rail so it comes back. Otherwise, it’s gonna knock the nine.”

Kelly stood slightly behind me and clapped me on my shoulders. “Sounds like a great task for you.”

I laughed and conceded. Fair enough. He was sharp as hell for straight shots, but he could use some practice for the angles.

That was where William was the champion. He had a good eye for seeing the exact spot where the white object ball would hit.

“Damn you, Lis,” William said. “I can read your mind. You’re going with the middle pocket.”

I chuckled and chalked my cue. For this, I had to bring out my A