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It was like Sabine could look into his eyes and see right to the heart of him.
“Don’t be sorry,” she argued, her nose scrunching up adorably. “There was no reason to—”
“No,” he stopped her. “It was you. That’s reason enough.”
She licked her lips, her eyes bouncing between his. She took a breath like she was going to say something. Or maybe ask him a question he knew he didn’t have an answer for yet.
And a timer went off somewhere behind her. Saving both of them from the unexpected.
And the irrelevant.
“Oh! I meant to ask you but I keep forgetting,” Sabine said closing the oven door. “What’s up with the basketball at the studio?”
He took a deep breath and heaved a loud sigh as he formulated his answer. “It’s a spherical ball, used in the game known asbasketball. They range in size from very small to quite large, depending on their specific purpose. Traditionally they were made of leather, but they are also made of rubber and synthetic materials. They have an inner bladder that’s filled with air. They’re—” He caught the hot mitt she threw at his face.
“Smartass,” she muttered.
But she was smiling, and the dimple was out so he didn’t think he’d really upset her.
Max opened the refrigerator. “Is he telling you about his basketball facts?” He reached in and brought out two more ciders. “He knows everything about basketball. He used to sleep with one.”
Dave crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you mean, ‘used to’?”
Max opened the ciders and went back to the living room.
Dave’s gaze slid back to Sabine. “Was that not what you meant with your question?”
“I meant why do you always have one at the studio? Is there a secret basketball court under the studio I’m not aware of?”
“Oh.” He nodded. That question made sense. “No. I wish. How cool would that be?” He should ask Johnny about putting in a basketball court. “I found a gym in town that lets me come in whenever I want to shoot hoops.” He watched as she pulled a bottle of pink wine out of the fridge. “You know what? I do want some of that pink wine.”
She grinned and grabbed another wine glass. She poured both glasses.
“What gym is it?” she asked.
Dave pulled out his phone and called up the webpage he’d bookmarked.
“Weight Expectations.”
She did a little hop and squeaked. “That’s my gym.”
He knew he was smiling at her like an idiot but she was too cute sometimes. “Really?”
She nodded. “That’s so cool!”
It was pretty cool. Maybe they could go together sometime.
See? And now he was looking for more opportunities to hang out with her.
Because she was that awesome. That’s all it was.
Feelings, emotions, attraction, none of that played a factor.
And then a handsome man entered the room and Sabine threw her arms around him.
And Dave’s stomach fell to the floor.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
