Alika nodded. "If we'd not been sold out by one of our own, I don't think we'd have been caught at all, yet," she told Tyler, watching the ball bounce off the bumpers and roll to a stop. She tried to line up a shot and missed, but it was close, the ball bounced off the pocket and then back into the middle of the table.
Damn.
Next time.
"Is being in here enough to consider scaring you straight if we get out?" She glanced at him, her eyebrow quirking minutely. "I mean, 'm certainly having second thoughts."