Page 44 of Game Changer

I wasn’t looking to pick a fight today.

Or maybe I am.

I’m on edge today, have been all week.

“Singing doesn’t help us win basketball games.”

“It does around here.”

We stare each other down.

Normally, I don’t have a problem with Coach, but I don’t have time for dumb traditions when I’m doing everything in my power to be the guy who can win basketball games again.

“Clay.” Chloe’s standing along the sidelines, a tablet in her hand. “Harlan wants a word.”

“Only one?” I towel off and head that way. But the truth is, I’m relieved by the interruption.

Harlan’s lurking in the hallway, arms folded. “Media is still questioning your knee.”

“It’s their job to ask questions. We both know that.”

“You’re a half step slow on defense. When was the last time you had it looked at?”

“Recently. Why? You think you can take me?”

He sighs. “My job is to understand everything about this team so we have the pieces in place to win. None of us can predict the future, but I do expect your cooperation and transparency.”

“Transparency?” I echo.

I learned early I have to look out for my own problems because no one will do it for me.

His face tightens, and I know he’s thinking of the same thing I am.

“What happened back in college was for the best,” he says, but there’s an edge of uncertainty.

“For you, maybe. I’m gonna have the back of every guy in a Kodiak jersey because they deserve it, and I’m not a guy who holds back his teammates. But you’ll understand why transparency isn’t something I owe you in this lifetime.” I turn and head back to the court.

Chloe’s still there, and I can’t resist lashing out. “Wouldn’t you rather sit in Jay’s lap?”

She flips me off. “Mari’s sister is on her way over. At least pretend you’re capable of not being an asshole for a moment for Nova’s sake.”

I straighten.

After the other night at Red Rocks, I was amped. Especially when Nova looked up at me in the car like all she wanted was for me to touch her.

When she kissed me, I tried to resist, but she caught me with my guard down.

If Nova had stripped in the car, or offered to blow me, or any number of other moves, I would’ve been able to push her away.

Instead, she brushed her sweet mouth over mine, and I found myself wanting her more than anything.

So, I kissed her back. She felt so damned good, her body soft and inviting against mine. I wanted to slide my hands under her clothes and find out what other secrets she’s hiding. Wanted to kiss her until she wore me like an invisible brand.

But my only priority is basketball. It can’t happen again. That’s why I pulled back when all I wanted was to keep going.

Then why did I offer to help?

Because she’s had a hard time. I don’t like seeing people kicked when they’re down.

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