This was comfortable. Nice. Casual. Like snuggling in for the evening in front of the tv but instead it was the sea and wine.

"Mm, started early, huh?" There was no rebuke in his tone. "So what you're tellin' me is that when I finally get you over a pool table, you're gonna wipe the floor with me? I do love a challenge."

No, Neal would win, flat out.

"Or foot races, apparently. But you don't run in these suits anymore, do you?"