Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I’m almost at the wooden door when something occurs to me. I stop, softly curse myself, then turn around sharply and head straight back to where he’s standing. Which is exactly where I left him. There’s a cocky smirk on his face. He leans against the wooden bar nonchalantly. The jerk knew I’d make a U-turn. It’s written all over his face. “One more thing.” I raise a finger between us. “Hit me with it.” “The billboard.” His eyes turn from mocking to alert, but he says nothing. “Why did you do it?” I ask. “You didn’t have to. We never finished that billiard game.” “Chivalry, of course.” He opens up his hands theatrically. “You told me to start somewhere, didn’t you?” Yeah, but that was a second ago. “I doubt you can spell the word, let alone practice it.” He laughs, pleased. “You’re right. I did it for purely selfish reasons. I wanted to ensure a good return on my investment, and The Seagull looked like it might actually make a few bucks.” “That can’t be it either.”