I cross to her, stopping close enough that she has to tilt her head to hold my eyes.
I’m still angry, but the sight of her softens my edges.
“You run here?”I ask.
A delicate snort.“No.”
“Whatever you say, Kodashian.”
Her mouth falls open.“I’m not your groupie.”
“It kind of looks like you are.”
“Hey, Nova!”
Miles bounds over, parking himself next to her.
She smiles at him.“Hey, Miles.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to ask Clay a few questions about the Kodiaks charity.”
“Dude doesn’t know shit about charity.I, on the other hand, donate plenty.”
“Miles,” I say, an edge in my voice.
“Wow.Sounds like I get two basketballers for the price of one.”She looks between us with delight.“Why don’t I come see you after I’m done with Clay?”
My hand tightens into a fist at my side.
“Yeah, all right.Lemme know when you’re sick of this guy.”He grins and bounds off toward Jay and Chloe.
I lean close to her ear.“You won’t need anyone else when I’m done with you.”
She stares up at me.“That a fact?”
“I’m twice the man he is.”
Her expression is innocent and smug at once.“We’ll see.”
My dick twitches in my shorts.
I was bracing myself for the sweet, vulnerable Nova of the other night.
Teasing, sassy Nova is a whole new problem.
I nod to Miles without breaking eye contact with her.“Get us a ball.”
He does, and I motion her over to the court.
“I’m not athletic,” she warns.
“'Athletic' is inclusive by definition.I got kids at that camp who use a wheelchair, and they’re plenty athletic.”
Her eyes light up.“What else can you tell me about the charity?”
I watch her slide an elastic off her wrist and carefully pull back her hair.
