“Hey, Rhys,” she shouts across the small space. “You’re supposed to aim for the pins. Get this man some bumpers, Frankie.” The guys around me fail to hold back their chuckles. West grins as he takes in the lane with hands propped on his hips. “I thought Tabby was the ball buster. I think Rosie might take the cake tonight though.” It’s only Bash who gives me a reassuring slap on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’re a natural at something. It’s just not this.” That only makes the guys laugh harder. I turn my head to glare at the women, but all they do is dissolve into a fit of giggles. Tabitha’s face
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