“So when are you going to come see me play?” His arm brushed against mine, skin against skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced up at him, finding his dark eyes serious and watchful. “What are you talking about? I’ve seen you play plenty of times.” “Yeah, but when are you going to come and cheer for me?” His mouth tugged into a boyish grin. Who could say no to that? Not a single straight woman alive. It was the flirting equivalent of a trick shot. “You could sit with Shiv,” he added softly, nudging me with his elbow. “You know, on a night we’re playing someone else.”
