by McLean, Jay
I rise to my toes, my palm above the heart, and kiss him, my mouth open, tongue swiping against his. When I pull away, his eyes are still closed, and so I kiss him again. Just once. “I love you, number three.”
He smacks my ass, just as Trevor knocks on the door. Trevor’s been staying with us during Connor’s finals so he can be nearby when NBA teams call or want meetings with Connor. Because that’s happening. A lot. And Trevor’s Connor’s agent—a deal they apparently made three years ago. A deal they didn’t tell me about until only recently.
“Can I come in or is my sister naked?”
“You can come in,” Connor laughs out, grabbing his bag and swinging the strap around his torso.
Trevor pokes his head in. “You ready to go?”
Connor kisses me once more before meeting my brother in the living room. I stay back, listening to them talk ball and business like they do before most games. When they start for the door, Connor turns to me. “Say it again?”
I stand in the middle of the living room, my hands behind my back. “I love you, number three.”
Connor smiles, his chest rising with his inhale. Then he turns to Trevor. “Okay, I’m good now.”
The second they leave, I flop down on the couch, my hand to my heart, trying to ease the thumping there. I’m nervous. For him. For the entire team. For three years I’ve watched the boy I love play a game he loves at the college of his dreams, and now… now he’s one step closer to fulfilling every dream he’s ever had.
And I want this for him.
For us.
But I worry.
Because after this, it’s the NBA draft.
And we don’t know where he’s going.
I still have another year left at Duke, and I don’t know if I can leave my mom. She’s so settled at Sunshine Oak, and I…
I’m scared of the future.
Connor
Sweat drips from my brow and into my eyes, and I blink hard, try to clear my vision. We knew it’d be a tough game. Texas Tech always comes out fighting, and we were prepared to go toe-to-toe all damn night. And we have. I can’t even count how many times the lead has changed. But now with less than five seconds on the clock, Texas is up by one and we haven’t been able to break away from their defense long enough to score. With the ball out of bounds, I take a moment to breathe and press my hands to my knees.
Behind me, I can hear them.
All of them.
Ava, Trevor, Miss D, my dad, and his husband. “Boo, Ledger!” Ava screams, and I inhale that sound into my bloodline.
“You good, Ledger?” Coach calls from the sidelines. “One more play, baby! One more play!”
I nod, more to myself than anyone else, and ignore the ache pinching every nerve, every muscle. I stand to full height, guarding my opponent, my eyes on a Texas Tech player with the ball at the sideline. The ref blows his whistle, and my heart picks up when the ball comes toward me. The world is silent while I wait, every millisecond making a difference. With my pulse the only sound I hear, I lift a hand in front of my opponent, the tips of my fingers making contact with the ball, and then it’s on. The crowd roars and I’m chasing after the ball, pushing off my feet with more strength and determination than I’ve ever had. The ball meets my palm, and then I’m in control, listening to the world around me erupt. I look up, two more steps. I can make it two more steps, but I can also hear my opponent only half a step behind me. I look at the basket, then down at my hand, and I see it…
Their names.
My reason.
My shoes squeak against the hardwood, my knees bending with muscle memory. Arms come up, elbows bend, and time slows the second the ball’s out of my hand.
It spins through the air, hitting the backboard first, then the rim, again and again, and then—
The buzzer sounds, and I’m being tackled to the ground, covered in blue and white.
I didn’t see it.
Not with my own eyes.
But when the Duke Fight Song plays, I know I’d sunk the shot...
A jump shot.
Ava
We stay in the arena while most people leave, watching the cleaners start sweeping up the mess of blue and white left behind. Mom’s next to me, rehashing every play Connor was somehow involved in with Corey and Michael, and Trevor… Trevor’s somewhere; I just don’t know where.
I alternate between laughing and crying and laughing some more, and my cheeks hurt with the force of my smile. I’d been tempted, so tempted, to run onto the court the second he made the shot, but Trevor held me back. It was Connor’s time, he reminded me, and it was important he celebrate it with his team. And he did. For a couple of minutes. And then his eyes found me like they always do, and he approached, his cheeks flushed. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes bright against the arena lights, and he looked at me, shouted over the crowd, “Was I money or what?”
“You were so fucking money!”
His gaze shifted to my mom, and he quirked an eyebrow, cocky. “Weak jump shot, huh?” And then he whooped, his back arching, his fists out in front of him, and I loved him so much more at that moment, loved the way he let himself go, let himself live.
And to think that once upon a time, someone tried to take that life away from him...
I cried the second I was in his arms, his sweat soaking into my clothes. “Say it,” he ordered.
I pulled back, just so I could look at him. “I love you, number three!”
“There he is,” Mom says, bringing me back to the present. I stand when I see him. Connor’s in his game-day suit, walking toward me with Trevor on one side and a man I’ve never seen before on the other. The man’s talking and Connor has his head down, nodding and listening intently. Trevor—Trevor’s wearing a shit-eating grin, and my pulse begins to pound. They all stop in front of us, only a few feet away, but then Connor closes that distance. He grasps me by my waist, lifting me effortlessly over the barrier. I hold on to him when he places me back on my feet. He kisses me once before throwing his hand out between me and the unknown man. “Vaughn,” he says, “this is my future fiancée, Ava.” I choke on air, my heart swelling at his choice of words. He adds, “Ava, this is Vaughn.”
I raise a timid hand, move closer to Connor. “Hi.”
Vaughn smiles. “Hi, Ava. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You have?”
Behind me, Corey chuckles.
Vaughn nods.
And Connor says, “Vaughn is the president of the Hornets.”
My eyes widen, and I look up at Connor. “Hornets?” I breathe out. “As in Charlotte Hornets? As in Charlotte, North Carolina?”
“Yeah, babe,” Connor says, shifting a loose curl from my forehead. “I told you, you gotta work harder if you want to get rid of me.”
“So, we’re not moving? And my mom doesn’t have to… You—you’re staying here?” I cry, disbelief forcing tears of joy.
“Of course I’m staying.” He takes my hand, places it right above his heart, and I feel his life, his love beating beneath my fingers. “For love and basketball.” Then he smiles…
And that smile…
That smile fills my world with magic.
Also by Jay McLean
More Than Series
More Than This
More Than Her
More Than Him
More Than Forever
More Than Enough
Preston Brothers Novel
Lucas
Logan
The Road Series
Where the Road Takes Me
Kick Push
Coast
Combative Trilogy
Combative
Redemptive
Destructive - Coming Soon
Boy Toy Chronicles
Boy Toy Chronicles
Darkness Matters
Darkness Matters
The Heartache Duet
Heartache and Hope
First and Forever
About the Author<
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Jay McLean is an international best-selling author and full-time reader, writer of New Adult and Young Adult romance, and skilled procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her three little boys, investing way too much time on True Crime Documentaries and binge-watching reality TV.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her hurt and make her feel.
Jay lives in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, in her dream home where music is loud and laughter is louder.
For publishing rights (Foreign & Domestic) Film or television, please contact her agent Erica Spellman-Silverman, at Trident Media Group.
