“No it wasn’t.”  Robbi said to her she stood up and moved to the other side of the table checking out other shots.  “It was a fact.  Actually when I decided to go to school in Boston my brother cut me off…”  She shook her head and scratched her chin.  “I paid for school this way…  Hustling.”  Robbi laughed and Ray hung his head he knew he was beat.

            “You were a pool hustler?”  Greg said in disbelief and easy arm around Jing-Mei’s waist her hips gently hitting into him and he smiled at the feeling.   

            “Uh huh.  I would have loved to see my one armed brother beat me now.  Cross the six and the nine into the side pocket.”  She said surely.

            “Bullshit.”  Ray said and Abby returned with beers along with Neela, Sam grabbed the first one and Neela winked.  Sam was the only non-doctor with them.  She’d been quiet but Abby was slowly pulling her out of her shell.  Sam was having a hard time dealing with her break up with Luca even though she wasn’t admitting it.

            “She can do it.”  Sam whispered and Robbi’s dark grey eyes narrowed she pulled her arm back and hit the ball with just enough force.  The six ball whizzed across the table and knocked the nine ball into the side pocket.

            “Bullocks.”  Neela said and Sam extended her hand Jing-Mei slipped her a 20.  Robbi laughed handing the pool stick to Abby.  Fingers caressing the skin of her wrist for a moment.  Abby inhaled sharply at the hot touch.  Abby stood stunned and Ro didn’t even notice the deer-caught-in-headlights look that Abby’s face had donned.

            “Can I use my cane for my cue?”  Kerry joked and they all laughed, “I’ll play the loser, I know I don’t have a chance against Ro,” She added, “and the next round is on me.”  She and Ray began to play and Sam, Abby, Robbi and Neela sat at the table to watch the game.

            “If Ray loses to Weaver…”  Neela began.

            “We will never let him live it down.”  Sam finished and Robbi watched as Jing-Mei and Greg pulled away and found a corner table on their own.  They watched from the corner of their eyes wondering if the sparks were going to fly, yet again, between the two of them.