“I’ve grasped the rules,” she said.
He took a billiards cue from a rack by the door. His fingers brushed against hers as he gave it to her.
She forced herself not to jump. Instead, she let her own fingers slide over the tips of his long fingers in reply.
He frowned as he took his hand away. “Have you played often?”
“Not as often as you, I believe.”
“Shall we form teams?” Darius asked brusquely.
“The gentlemen against the ladies?” Herbert suggested.
“Surely it’s the aristocrats against the actresses,” Calista put in.
She felt rather than saw Darius’s sharp glance at her.
“Would that suit you, Calista?” he asked.
With a coquettish shrug she peeped at him over her shoulder. The coquette wasn’t a role she played on stage but she’d observed it often enough to know how to perform it. It always seemed a betrayal, a sham of real love. “I’m sure we’ll play admirably together.”
Darius ran his hand through his hair. “Let’s get started.”
It was a surprise to me (and maybe to you too) that women played billiards in Victorian times. There was a great deal of female popularity for the sport, as both participants and spectators, as these wonderful old paintings reveal. I’ve been collecting them on Pinterest. Take a look: Billiards, Ladies?