When she disentangles herself from him, Colby sees Van on the sidelines, his numbered vest lying on the sand at his feet. Vallery’s pulling on a cover-up, and it’s only then Colby notices how late it’s grown. The sun has set, and the breeze blowing in off the sea has stiffened, chilling heated skin. He waits for Megan to retrieve her bag, then leads her over to where the twins stand. “Hey,” he calls out, offering his hand. “Great game. You two are really something.”
Van’s grip is sure, the strength in his hand thrilling Colby. “You’re the better man,” he says.
“Yeah, good play.” Vallery kicks her feet in the sand, then hugs Colby quickly. She moves toward Megan, seems to think better of it, then grabs Megan into a fierce hug anyway before either can prevent it. “We’ll be here rooting for
