Luna gave him a quick kiss, then ran onto the court.
“Careful out there.”
Quinn turned to find Luke at her back. Sweat darkened his shirt, and it clung to his body. His eyes were bright, lips curving in a smile. He looked dangerous. Big, vital, and sexy.
“That looked like fun,” she said.
“Not sure ‘fun’ is what I was shooting for. A war of attrition. Survival of the fittest, that kind of thing.”
He swiped a bead of sweat that was running down his nose. The man smelled good, and Quinn wasn’t sure how that was possible when he’d just played a game of basketball.
“But you feel better for it, right?”
His smile was almost blinding now. Gone was the angry, hurting man of the other day. The one she’d found in that alley. The man who had made love to her and given her a night she’d never forget.
“Much better.”
He picked up a ball and threw it at her.
“Haven’t you just played?”
“Maybe I want to help warm you up so you don’t embarrass yourself.”
Why did those words sound dirty?
“Ah, sure. But I can manage, thanks.”
“How’s your dad?”
“He’s okay.”
“But?”
“Nothing. The test results came back, and he’s healthy.”
“That’s great news.”
Quinn blew out a breath. “It is. Real good.”
“But?”
“But nothing. I’m just worried about the stuff happening and that guy, but nothing has happened since, so I should probably drop it.”
“Gut feeling is what I’ve run with most of my life,” Luke said.
“Stop the chitchat and let’s get busy!” Maggie roared.
“That woman.” Luke shook his head. “Should be a drill sergeant.”
“Met a few people like her in the military,” Quinn added.
“I bet. Now go out there and get them, girl.”
“I’ll try. I said hi to Nixon.”
“Saw that. He smile back?”
She nodded.