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have those legs wrapped around me. The second thought being, I’m
starting to hang out with Chad so long, I’ve starting to think like
him. He liked her plain white v-neck t-shirt with a lime green
scarf tied loosely around her neck, with a matching green bracelet.
She dressed in more clothes than the women he worked with and all
he could think of was how none of those women could hold a candle
to her.
    Examining her closer, Jackson could make out
a few freckles along her nose and large emerald green eyes under
long dark eyelashes. She stared back at him with interest, but
showed no sign of knowing his profession. He didn’t peg her for a
wrestling fan. He wasn’t sure how that was going to play out, so he
decided that tonight he wouldn’t talk about it. Women who looked
like her generally were not fans of professional wrestling. If
anything happened between them, where they would see each other
again, he’d tell her and take it from there. He couldn’t remember
not dating someone in the wrestling business, so he wasn’t sure how
to proceed, but it seemed like a good a plan as any.
    “I’m Jackson, by the way.” He held out his
hand to her, “Nice to meet you.”
    “Well, I guess I’m Scout,” she said shaking
his hand and winked at him.
    He couldn’t help but laugh at the acceptance
she took to her nickname. Hell, he’d go with it for now. They were
just two people hanging out at a bar anyway. He understood the
hesitation on telling too much to a complete stranger. Interesting
for him that the more he talked to her, the more she didn’t seem
like such a girl scout.
    “So, what’s with Pixie?” Jackson asked. “Does
she hate us?”
    “No. She’s just involved with someone.”
    “That explains it.” He looked over to the far
end of the bar. “Do you play pool?”
    Her mouth curved into a mischievous smile.
“I’m good enough to beat you.”
    Jackson’s equally confident smile challenged
her. “We’ll just see about that,” he said as he motioned for them
to walk toward the pool tables. He loved a challenge and couldn’t
wait for his victory.

    It didn’t take Jackson long to figure out
that Scout sucked at pool. He tried not to laugh as she’d miss an
easy shot. She could have easily played up the fact that she wasn’t
any good at the game and whine about her needing Jackson to teach
her how to play. Every girl he ever dated would have done that, but
she didn’t. She continued to play like she was good. To him, that
was sexy as hell.
    Leaning down to take the final shot of the
game, Jackson grinned. He knocked the eight-ball into the corner
pocket with ease. After hearing the hollow clank of the ball
slamming home, he straightened and used his pool stick as leverage
while he cocked his head and stared at her. He crushed her.
    Her demeanor was still confident as she
shrugged, handed him her pool-stick and bit her lip to stifle a
grin as she said, “So, I’m not any good.”
    “No shit,” he taunted as he stood inches away
from her, staring down into her wide-eyed pools of emerald.
    There was a glow of false innocence as she
glanced up at him. Yeah, he definitely gave her the wrong nickname.
Standing close like this, he could feel the heat from her body. He
wanted to reach out and touch her so damn bad. He couldn’t stop
looking at her perfect pink lips as he fantasized what it would be
like to kiss them.
    They spent most of the evening exchanging
glances at each other, causing instant warmth in his chest every
time she would look. Yeah, she did that to him and he was man
enough to admit that he liked it. They must have both realized what
they were doing, because when he stole one last look, she made a
funny face and stuck her tongue out at him, making him jerk with
surprise, and an uncontrolled laughter erupted from his chest that
he couldn’t hold back. Not many people could make him laugh in that
way.
    Jackson took her hand in his and they headed
back over to the bar. On the way,