" Luc scored forty and slapped the darts in her palm. “The light sucks in here.”
“No.” She smiles and took great pleasure in announcing, “You suck.”
His gaze narrowed.
Weeks of anger and hurt poured out of her and she said, louder than she’d intended, “And worse – you’re a whiner.”
A collective intake of breath caught their attention and she and Luc turned and looked at the guys watching a few feet away.
“Lucky’s gonna kill Sharky,” Sutter predicted from the sidelines.
By taut agreement they both went to their respective corners. Jane shot and scored sixty-five. Luc scored thirty-four.
“Now remind me. Why do they call you Lucky?” she asked as she reached for the darts.
He pulled them back out of her reach as a slow, purely licentious smile curved his mouth. A smile that told her he was remembering her on her knees kissing his tattoo. “I’m sure if you think long and hard, you’ll remember the answer to that.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Some things just aren’t that memorable. "

― Rachel Gibson , See Jane Score (Chinooks Hockey Team, #2)