My eyes fly to hers, narrowing, and a hint of a grin finds her lush lips. I want to bite them. “You’re onto something, Tutor Girl. I watch twenty-minutes of game film a day.” She pops both brows. “And we study for two hours almost every single day. You got this. Name the first three.” Squaring my shoulders, I send the ball flying, and it smacks the little square made of red tape perfectly. I bend to pick up another, frowning when I find the bucket empty, but then Meyer steps up. She’s got a paper in one hand, a ball in the other. She tosses it up, catching it on its way back down without
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