Ipull up at the end of Harlan and Mari’s driveway, staring down the paved path to the house.
“What’re we waiting for?”Miles asks, leaning across me from the passenger seat.
“Timing is everything,” Jay calls from the back.
Brooke snorts next to him.“It’s a wonder you guys win a single basketball game.You’d rather sit around talking.”
I shake off the nostalgia and turn up the lane.Nova comes down the steps of the house.
“What, no drainpipe?”I comment, shifting out to meet her.
“Not today.”She tilts her face up, and I drop a kiss on her lips.“Harlan and Mari say hi.Emily’s not feeling great, so they’re going to pass today.”
“Alright.Ryan’s going to meet us there.Since he bought his BMW with his new contract, he won’t get in a car that isn’t his.”
“Ryan?”
“Rookie,” Miles explains.“He sunk the shot that got us to finals.We figured it was time to call him by his name.”
We both turn to look at the passenger door of my car.
Miles looks out the window, lifting his palms.“What?”
“Nova’s shotgun,” I say, my arm around her waist.
“So, you get what you want because you’re a champion?”Miles demands.
“That’s right.”
“One problem.”His face splits into a wide, cocky grin.“I’m a champion too.”
I can’t help smiling.It still sounds good six weeks after winning it all.
“Clay’s a two-time champion,” Brooke says from the back.
“You just want to cuddle with me.”
“Oh God, don’t.”
But Miles is already out of the seat and rounding to the back to slide in next to Brooke.
“When was the last time you were at Red Rocks?”Nova asks under her breath as she fastens her seatbelt.
The other three are still arguing in the back.
“I think you know.”
“Remind me.”
I put the car in gear then thread my fingers through hers.“It was our first date.”
“That was a date?!”Her blue eyes widen.
“What would you call it?”
“You sulked.”
“It worked.”
