Biting my lip, I hesitate laying it all out there, but complete and utter honesty feels real good. Zanders has had the right idea all along.
“There was a game towards the end of your senior year. I was waiting for you outside the back entrance for the locker room, but I didn’t know you were out on the court getting interviewed. It was the day Brett got an invitation to training camp.”
Ryan nods, seeming to remember precisely the game I’m referring to.
“That was the last day I talked to him because that was the day it all clicked. He told the boys, and I quote, ‘Do you know the quality of women that are about to throw themselves at me? You think I’m going to stay with Shay’s sister when I have better options?’”
“He said that?” Ryan’s lips purse in a scowl.
“Word for word. Trust me, it
