Page 19 of The Riskiest Move

“So,” Cooper says, “are you noticing all the attention we’re garnering?”

“Yep, and I’m trying not to trip over my own feet.”

“That’s funny because I’ve been trying my damnedest not to step on your toes.”

I laugh. “So it’s as awkward for you as it is for me?”

“The people watching us?”

“Yeah.”

“For sure. I’m used to people being interested in watching me on the field, not on the dance floor. But just focus on me. Pretend we’re the only ones here.”

I nod, relaxing into him. “So tell me something about yourself that isn’t common knowledge. Something your girlfriend should know.”

He laughs. “Now you put me on the spot.”

“There must be something you can share.”

“I have a twin sister.”

“For real?”

“Yep. Her name is Cassie.”

“Where does she live?” I ask.

“With me.”

“Oh my God, that might be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Why?”

“Because it is. You live with your twin sister, and that is freaking adorable. Will I get to meet her?”

“Sure. If you want. She wants to meet you.”

“She knows about me?” I squeal.

“She does. Our arrangement was her idea.”

“I can’t believe you talk to her about such personal stuff.”

“She’s my best friend.”

My eyes flash wider. “This keeps getting better.”

“Do you have any siblings?” he asks.

“No. I’m an only child.”

“So you were spoiled rotten, huh?”

“I guess that depends on what your definition of spoiled is. If you mean my parents gave me the best of everything, then yes, I was. If you’re referring to emotionally, it’s a no.”

“I’m sorry I asked,” he says.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not like they beat me. I suppose I’m luckier than most people. My family has plenty of money, and I never had to worry about food in my belly or a roof over my head.”

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