Tempting Chance by Erica Spindler

Author:Erica Spindler [Spindler, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Double Shot Press
Published: 2016-09-26T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“You, Liza, are nothing less than a hustler.”

Beth looked at Chance, startled by the serious tone of his voice. “What do you mean?”

Chance held her gaze a moment, then tapped the score sheet. “That’s three strikes in a row.”

“In bowling, we call that a triple.”

“Like I said, you’re a hustler.”

Laughing, she stood and dusted her fingers with a powder bag. “Just call me Lucky Liza.”

“Lefty is more like it.” Chance mock-growled. “You’re up.”

“My, my, Mr. Michaels, a poor loser? I never would have expected it.” She crossed to the ball exchange and lifted her bowling ball.

“Not a poor loser, Liza. I don’t like losing at all.” Chance met her eyes once more. “And I don’t like being had.”

At that comment, Beth’s heart stopped. The day and a half since she’d agreed to this date had been agony... and ecstasy. She’d vacillated between calling the date—and this whole crazy stunt—off and being too excited to sleep.

But she hadn’t called it off, and she was having a great time even though she pretended to be someone she wasn’t, even though she’d slipped into the role so effortlessly, it scared her silly.

Then, every so often. Chance would say something that brought her smack-dab back to reality and reminded her just how absolutely insane this charade was.

Beth slipped her trembling fingers into the ball’s finger holes and tossed her head back with a cockiness she far from felt. “Still sounds like sour grapes to me.”

Ignoring his muttered comment, she positioned herself on the alley and lined up her shot. Eyes on her mark, she approached, swung and released the ball, then watched it sail down the lane, striking just to the right of the head pin. The pins exploded at the impact, all ten flying back into the pit.

“Yes!” Beth swung around, licked the tip of her index finger and touched it to her hip while making a hissing sound.

Chance leaned back in his chair, disgusted. “Is there any way to cheat at this game?”

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” she asked, sauntering back to where he sat.

“Not at all,” he said easily. “Just thinking about trying it myself.”

Beth leaned against the scoring table and smiled down at him, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. “I did a lot of bowling in Kansas.”

“You said that before.”

“Did I?” Beth managed, her heart beating slowly, heavily against the wall of her chest.

“Mmm-hmm.” Chance reached up and caught a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his finger. “How about your sister?”

“My sister?”

“I thought you had only one.”

“I do.” She swallowed. “Just Beth.”

He lowered his eyes to her lips, then lifted them back to hers. “So, did... ‘just Beth’ do a lot of bowling too?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. You ready to call it quits?”

“No way.” When she made a move to straighten, he tugged gently at her hair, inching her head more toward his. “‘Are you? Ready to quit, that is.”

“Why would I be?” she murmured. “I’m winning.”

“So you are.” He tugged again, until her mouth hovered a fraction above him.

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