“Chin up, babe!” “I can’t score,” I murmur. “Who cares? We’re up by two.” I glance up at the stands. “They care.” “Ignore them. Put on your stupid fake smile and play like you always do.” “You hate my stupid fake smile.” “Yeah, but I love you, and I know you’ve got this,” he says, and my heart thumps. I blink at him, stunned. Rhys pushes my shoulder. “If you two are done flirting, we’ve got a game.” Caleb gives him a mock salute. “Aye aye, Captain.”
