Page 171 of The Truth & Lies Duet


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I spin and dribble. “Don’t let me win!”

“You’re the one who took your shirt off to distract me.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m wearing a sports bra. It’s not like I’m naked.”

“Fine.”

My mouth goes dry as he yanks his shirt off one-handed, tossing it toward mine.

And I sorta see his point. His shorts sit low on his hips. His broad shoulders, ripped stomach, the carved V, the line of dark hair disappearing into the waistband? Allverydistracting.

“I’m still going to win,” I inform him, exhibiting a confidence I don’t feel.

Holden smirks. “I thought you didn’t want me to let you win?”

“I didn’t say anything about youlettingme.”

He shakes his head but is enough of a gentleman not to rattle off his stats. We both know I don’t have a chance ofwinning against him. But I like that he’s pretending I do. And competition is a necessary distraction from his body.

“Okay. Your ball.”

Fingers trail across my bare stomach as he moves into position with his back to the basket.

“That’s a foul,” I inform him.

Holden’s laugh is low and throaty. “You can’t play and ref, Cas.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a conflict of interest.”

“Don’t you trust me?” I bat my eyelashes.

“With my life? Absolutely. To play ref without cheating?” He grins. “Nope.”

“Rude.”

“Take the shot, Nolan.”

“Oh, shit. Guess you mean business, Adams.”

Holden smiles and shakes his head.

I move left but spin right and shoot. If I dribble, I’m sure he’ll steal the ball in about two seconds.

Miraculously, it goes in.

I throw my arms up to celebrate.

Holden goes after the ball, dribbling back over to me with a serious expression that I find as attractive as his impressive physique. He’s even more competitive than I am. Losing to anyone—even me—always pisses him off.

“Still my ball,” I remind him, just to rub it in a little.

“Not for long.”

I grin, his confidence bolstering my own.

This time I gamble, dribbling right into him. It works for a couple of seconds. But as soon as I try to get past him, Holden’s hand sneaks out, snagging the ball easily. He spins and shoots, theswishas his perfect arc falls beautiful and irritating.

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