“Whoa,” Stevie exhales. “Ryan’s never been tee’d up before.” She turns to me. “Are you okay?”
I nod in silence, hoping to regain the breath that was knocked out of me.
Connor saunters past Ryan on his way to the free-throw line, knocking his shoulder as he goes. “Finally found a weakness, Shay.”
“f**k you, Easton.” Ryan charges at his back, but one of his teammates holds him back.
The typical calm, cool, and collected basketball player I’ve come to expect is nowhere to be found at the moment.
He stays as close to the sideline as possible while Connor shoots his free throws. Ryan watches the court but speaks to me over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I quickly blurt out. Because I am and that was a far bigger scene than it needed to be. “I’m fine. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologi
