“So, how intense is this game going to be?” I ask him.
“It’s pretty intense.” He grins. “You’ll love it.”
“I’m on Zane’s team,” Tessa calls out.
“Tessa,” Slate growls. “You’re on my team.” He tugs her to him, and she just laughs. She’s not laughing a moment later when he pulls her in for a kiss.
I look up at Reid. “They’re a mess.”
“They’re always a mess.”
“Will you and I be on the same team?”
He puts his hand on my back. “Yes.”
We step outside, and I lift my face to the sun. It’s a gorgeous day out. “What are the teams?” I ask as we walk over to the center of the field. “Zane and Quint can’t be on the same team.”
Quint grins at me. “Why not, Riley?”
“How about Reid and I and Evie and Zane on a team?” I offer, ignoring Quint.
“What? That's totally stacking the team,” Quint complains. “Zane and Reid are really good, and you’ll hold your own. For our team, it’s just Slate and I. No offense, Tessa.”
“None taken,” she calls out. I laugh when I see she’s already on her back on the grass with her arm over her eyes.
“Evie and I and Slate and Tessa,” Zane calls out. “Good?”
Quint looks over at Reid and me. “I guess I’ll take the ballers.”
“Wow, thanks, Quint,” I say dryly.
“What? You two may be good at your sport, but this here isthesport. This is football, Baby.” Quint hits his chest.
I look over at Reid. “Is he always this full of himself?” I question.
Reid levels a look at me. “You know the answer to that question.”
“Okay, huddle up, my peeps,” Quint says and jogs over to us. “Here’s the plan. On defense, stop Zane. On offense, give me the ball.” He looks at both of us. “Good?”
“No, that’s not good. That’s not even remotely a plan,” I protest.
Quint just laughs. “I knew you wouldn’t go for that plan.”
“Then why did you say it?”
His grin widens. “Because you’re so easy to rile up, Riley.”
“How about we make a real plan?” I suggest.
“Fine.” He looks over at them and then back to us. “We don’t need to worry about Tessa.” I try not to smile. “Evie isn’t much of a threat, especially since she’s on Zane’s team. But don’t underestimate her; she can be devious when she wants to be.Obviously, Zane’s got the arm; and Slate can run. If Slate gets the ball, it’s all over.”
I glance at him. “You’re pretty fast, Quint.”
He grins and elbows Reid. “Your woman just complimented me, Man.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late,” Reid says.
