"I'm not that good," I assured him with a chuckle. "The table just set up really well for stripes after that break. But..." I shook my head and frowned slightly, "I'm actually not in the mood to play any more right now. Would you guys mind playing without me? There's something I really need to talk about with my mom."
I was so intensely focused on minute details at that moment--after inspecting myself in the mirror, and because I was worried about giving something away myself--that I finally caught the subtle way those guys flushed when I mentioned my mother, the way their eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and the way Toby carefully studied the balls on the table so he could avoid meeting my gaze. They were turned on at the mere mention of her!
That shocked me.
They both nodded, and I
