Page 53 of Tempting the Player
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Knox stands and raises both hands over his head. “’Atta boy, Flynn.” He caps it off by putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling.
When he sits back down next to me on the bleacher, he nudges my arm. “Did you see that or were you watching your phone?”
“I saw it. He scored a three from the right wing.”
“He’s on fire tonight,” Brogan says, turning around from where he and Archer sit in front of us. “And did you see that hair flip while he held the follow through?”
Brogan does his best impression of my youngest brother shooting the ball, holding the pose and flicking his head to the left. It’s a pretty damn good impression.
“I wonder where he got that cocky shit from?” I mutter.
“Don’t look at me.” He nudges Archer. “Arch is the king of hair flips. He does that shit all the time.”
“What? I do not,” Archer insists.
“Oh, you definitely do.” Brogan shakes his head adamantly. “During weightlifting, playing beer pong, and sometimes just walking around campus.”
Brogan gives a more dramatic re-enactment this time that has me and Knox chuckling.
“I’m just getting my hair out of my eyes!” Archer’s voice climbs in defense, which just makes us all laugh harder.
He finally smiles. “Don’t get me started on all your guys’ cocky bullshit. Have you seen Knox on his motorcycle? The way he pulls his helmet off when a girl is around, all slow and sensual for a dramatic reveal? Or Brogan’s touchdown dance?”
“That dance is awesome,” Brogan says.
Archer looks at me like he’s about to call me out on something but hesitates. I cock a brow, silently giving him the go-ahead.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “You do this look.”
“A look?”
“Yeah, it’s...” His face morphs into a serious, scrutinizing gaze as he tilts his head and purses his lips.
My brothers crack up.
“I don’t look like that... ever.”
“You totally do, Hen.” Brogan covers his mouth with a laugh.
“It’s more like this,” Knox says and then offers his best impression of me.
“That’s just my face!” Now I’m the one getting defensive. I laugh, something easing in my chest. I missed this. Sitting around, giving each other shit.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I quickly look down to the screen. I frown at the text from Logan. I asked him to look into Roger Brayson, but it looks like he’s clean. He’s fairly new to the paparazzi scene. He worked for a small online magazine for a few years before it closed. His parents live in Phoenix, which explains why he’s been covering Jane for so long. There’s nothing on him except a couple parking tickets.
I still want to pummel the guy, but I’m relieved that he doesn’t have a violent history if he’s following Jane around.
The buzzer sounds indicating halftime and Brogan stands. “I’m starving. Anyone wanna hit the concessions?”
Arch and I shake our heads, but Knox gets to his feet. “I’ll go with you.”
Once they leave us, Archer moves up to sit next to me. He glances at the phone still clutched in my hands. “Everything okay with Jane?”
“Yeah,” I answer automatically. “Why?”
“Maybe because you’ve been checking your phone every two seconds.”
