Fourteen
Perfect pass, Brady, Luke thought and watched the ball sail down the field. The kid had been on his game all week. The whole team had, and if they could keep up their momentum and their confidence, he didn’t doubt they could win the semifinal game in two days. Only a moment later, that hope fizzled when the ball dropped through Alex’s fingers.
“Alex! What was that?” he called. “Brady put the ball in your hands!”
When Alex glanced toward the stands, Luke followed his gaze and immediately understood what had distracted him. Ryan had arrived with Shawna Beaumont, and the two women now climbed the steps into the bleachers.
“Ah,” he said. He hesitated only a moment to take a brief inspection of the petite woman with shoulder-length brown hair and clean but worn clothing before turn
