Willison POV

“You break,” Willison said, his voice rough.

Mia nodded and positioned herself at the head of the pool table. She pulled back her stick and slammed it into the cue ball, sending it flying over the felt to smack into the racked balls. It made a satisfying crack, and she smirked as the balls spread across the table, one of them dropping into a corner pocket.

“Nice,” Willison said appreciatively.

Mia winked at him as she moved around the table to take the next shot. She sunk the ball and then the next one before missing on the third shot.

Willison moved past her, and she turned so...