Cameron had never met this guy. Hell, she'd never even seen him before, as far as she knew, but that hardly seemed to matter when a table had opened up in the back of the room and she had approximately thirty seconds to find a partner before someone else laid claim. A cue in each hand, she shoved one at the guy with a hurried, "Here," and carried the other over to the vacant table, where she immediately began to rack the balls.

Bent across the felt, she glanced up at him through the mop of her platinum hair when he followed. "You looked lost," she explained, and flipped up the wooden rack with a flourish. "Stripes or solids?"