When We Met

Jack stepped into the middle of the group. “Let’s divide up into teams and see who gets their asses handed to them. Sam?”

Sam stepped forward with a cloth bag in his hand. “We’ll draw chips. Consuelo’s team is shirts.”

Kenny grinned. “Am I the only one who wanted her on skins?”

Angel prepared to get between them, knowing Consuelo was more than capable of doing permanent damage to the man. It didn’t matter that Kenny was more than a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds of muscle heavier. She could have him on the ground and screaming in a heartbeat.

But she only raised an eyebrow and murmured, “In your dreams, rookie.”

The guys all laughed, then reached for the bag to pull chips.

Two minutes later, they were sorted into teams. Angel pulled off his shirt and told Kenny, Raoul and Sam to stay clear of Consuelo. “She’ll play to win and she plays dirty.”

Justice, also on their team, nodded. “He’s not kidding. Don’t let her size fool you.”

Jack took a basketball out of a bin on the court and tossed it in the air. “Let’s play ball.”

The game started hard and fast and continued that way. Angel hadn’t played in a couple of years and found the stop-start of the game got his heart rate going. Nearly as fun as a run straight up the mountain, he thought, as he stole the ball from Ford and passed it to Sam, who scored.

The sun rose overhead. While the early morning was still cool, they were all soon sweating and swearing. Good thing the court was in a more industrial part of town, Angel thought humorously as Jack let loose a string of curse words that had Consuelo wagging her finger at him.

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?” she asked.

“Funny.” He tossed her the ball.

Angel turned, prepared to go after him. Just then Kenny gave a wolf whistle, then yelled, “Looking good, Taryn.”

Even as he told himself to focus on the game, he couldn’t help looking. Taryn was across the street, walking from the parking lot to the Score building. She wore a pale blue suit that hugged her body the way he wanted to. Her legs were long and bare, and she had on yet another pair of ridiculously high heels. These were beige with a white heel and screamed Come fuck me. How was he supposed to resist that?

Her hair hung down her back. She had a purse dangling off her forearm and a briefcase in her other hand. Keys jingled. She looked powerful, sexy and—

Something hard banged into the side of his head. He turned and saw Ford grinning at him as the basketball bounced away.

“Sorry, man,” Ford said, obviously not the least bit sorry. “I thought you were paying attention.”

Angel gave him the finger, then went after the ball. When he next looked across the street, Taryn was gone and the day seemed just a little less bright.

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