Page 106 of Game Changer

When I sit, Mari takes a seat next to Harlan.

I send off a text to ask Clay where he is. I’m doing my best not to let my worry show, but I can’t help it.

“I have a special present for my new wife,” Harlan announces from the head of the table before nodding to Robin. “Mari, in honor of our marriage, I’ve created a new scholarship named after your family and to be administered by the Kodiaks foundation. It will help fund education for young women.”

My sister’s eyes fill. “Oh, Harlan. I’m so touched.”

Everyone cheers and toasts, but I’m distracted until Harlan adds, “Special thank you to Nova for helping make this happen.”

Mari looks between us in disbelief.

I wish Clay were here to see this because I’m so proud and because I want him to see that Harlan is the kind of man who cares about people. No matter what went down in college, he’s not "basketball at all costs."

For a moment, I imagine him standing in Harlan's place, giving me a surprise gift that’s thoughtful and generous.

I imagine I’m so in love my insecurities run wild, only to be comforted the moment I look in his eyes. I picture him putting me first the way Harlan does with Mari.

The idea lingers as we eat prime rib and rich fluffy potatoes, drink champagne, and talk in excited voices about tomorrow.

“Earth to Nova.” Brooke’s voice breaks my reverie.

I blink, coming out of my head. “What?"

She’s looking at me oddly. “Where’s Clay?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

Jay leans in. “Something came up after practice.”

He doesn’t say more, and I try not to worry about what that might mean.

I'm already a few glasses in when the text comes through.

Grumpy Baller: I’m not going to make it tonight.

Nova: What happened? Everything okay?

Grumpy Baller: Yeah. Just basketball stuff.

I’m waiting for the rest of the explanation, but it never comes.

He’s just going to let it go like I don’t deserve an explanation?

Or he’s working on that trade.

I excuse myself to run to the bathroom. On my way, I set my empty champagne flute on the bar.

I know Clay isn't Harlan’s biggest fan, but I’m the one who feels let down. As if he’s not here because he doesn’t care enough about me.

I’m pulling open the bathroom door when I hear my name.

I turn to see Jay.

“Sorry about Clay.”

My stomach sinks, and I can’t help but feel disappointed.

“Yeah. Me, too,” I say.

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