Shane
I was dreaming that I was on the court, shooting hoops with the guys. The ball banged on the floor while I went in for a shot, and then suddenly, it was banging louder … faster … until I woke up with a start, wondering how I was able to dribble so fast.
That’s when I realized someone was pounding on my front door.
“Shane,” a high voice called through the door.
Definitely female.
I shook myself awake and heaved myself out of bed, running my palm over my hair, then down my face as I shuffled to the door with a yawn.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I really wasn’t expecting Jasmine, so when I opened the door to find her standing there, all sunny and gorgeous, it took a few minutes for my brain to compute what my eyes were seeing.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said cheerfully, wh
