She shoots me an apologetic grimace. “I told you I was terrible.” “One bad throw doesn’t make you terrible.” She cocks her head to the side. “We need a way to distract them. Any ideas?” “The only things that distract those two from winning are women and booze.” “Well, I don’t think booze is going to do it in this case.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Women it is.” She starts to take off the baggy black sweater she’s wearing. “I knew I should have worn a dress.”
