Van ducks his head onto Colby’s shoulder, giving into his laughter. Vallery’s eyes narrow as she catches on. “Grow the f**k up, Vander. I’m not talking that kind of facial.”
Now Colby’s dying, too. He leans against Van as he laughs, savoring the hands that ease around him so intimately, the warmth of the body against his. Tonight, after the tournament, he’s definitely going back for seconds. And he’ll get Van’s number this time, too. The guy lives in Philly, which is just about local enough for him.
Pissed, Vallery turns her back on them and flicks her blonde ponytail over one shoulder as she raises her head high. “I’m not talking to you two anymore until you get your juvenile minds out of the gutter.” The line moves forward again and Vallery steps up to the booth’s counter, ignoring the
