Van isn’t at the deli; Colby didn’t think he’d be. After they eat, Megan wants to sit in the stands at the court where they play next. Colby would rather continue his search, but it’s fruitless. How he hopes to find one sexy dude out of several hundred is beyond him. With his chin in his hands, he frowns at the court before them as he sits on the bleachers, Megan at his side.
“You watching this?” she asks.
He tries to glare at her from the corner of his eye but it isn’t a very effective gesture—she’s sitting back and doesn’t see the look. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Moping.” Nudging him in the ribs, Megan leans forward and points at the tournament bracket in her program. “I hope you’re paying attention because whoever wins this game plays us next.”
Colby’s interest is piqued. Witho
