Dexter strode forward to remove the darts from the board. “I’m calling it a tie.”

“I agree. We have no choice but to play again. This time, we have to get a single dart in each ring.”

“Good idea.” He raised his hand, ordering two more drinks. “And they have to hit the top of each ring.”

Reid picked up her darts. “Deal.” This time, she went first, aiming for the outer line. Her dart landed right where she wanted it to.

Dexter’s dart landed right next to hers.

The bartender slid two mugs on the table.

Reid took a sip of her drink before throwing her second dart. This game went the same way, ending in another tie.

“How is that even possible?” he mumbled, eyeing her.

She shrugged. While she was disappointed she hadn’t won, she was thrilled she hadn’t lost.

“There has to be another game around here we can play.” He surveyed the pub. “I have an idea.” He finished off his drink, then set his mug in the center of the table. “Do you have any money on you?”

She pulled a few coins out of her pocket, tossing them on the table.

“Excellent. You sit in that chair there. I’ll sit directly across from you.”

Reid did as he said.

“Hold a coin like this.” He placed a single coin vertically on the table, holding the top with his pointer finger. “Then try to flick it into the mug like this.” He hit the coin with his thumb and pointer finger. The coin went flying, smacking Reid’s arm.

“Was that supposed to happen?” she asked.

“It should have gone in the mug.” When he tried again, the coin hit the outside of the mug.

Reid positioned a coin, then flicked it right into the mug on her first try. Throwing her hands in the air, she screamed, “Yes!”

Dexter narrowed his eyes. “That was a lucky shot.”

“We’ll see.” She lined up another coin. When she hit it, it sailed into the mug. She smirked.

Dexter tried again. His coin pelted Reid on her forehead. When she squeaked in surprise, he burst out laughing.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

He couldn’t stop laughing.

Irked, she grabbed another coin, aimed for Dexter’s face, and flicked it. It smacked his right cheek.

“Hey now,” he said, still chuckling.

Reid did it again, hitting his left cheek.

He sat up straighter. “You did that on purpose.”

She lined up another, hitting his forehead.

Dexter scrambled for a coin, snapping it at Reid. She ducked, easily avoiding it. Perturbed, he tried again. She dodged it.

“The coins aren’t cooperating,” he muttered, trying again. He missed. Now it was Reid’s turn to laugh. “You really don’t like to lose.”

“Not if I can help it. And I’m not against playing dirty when it’s called for.”

Chapter Thirteen