Nadia POV
Cole came through the doors before I could decide whether to stay or go. His gear bag hung over one shoulder, and his hair was still damp at the edges.
"You waited," he said.
"I was returning Theo's pen." I held it up like evidence. "He left it in the box."
Cole looked at the pen, then at me. His face shifted into something amused "Theo doesn't use pens."
"Well, now he has one less excuse not to."
He didn't argue. He just held the door for me, and we walked out into the players' lot. The cold air hit my damp hair, making me wish I’d put it back up before leaving the box. The lot lights buzzed overhead, throwing long yellow stripes across the rows of trucks and SUVs.
"What'd you think?" he asked, unlocking his truck with a button on his keys. "Of the game."
"You played wel
