Chapter One
Spring Break, Eleven Years Ago“Yo, look at Graham. He found a 3-pointer!” one of Keane’s teammates yelled over Fergie caterwauling from the Daytona Beach bar’s sound system about her better than yours glamorous life.
The last person Keane expected to find when he looked up to see who Graham had netted for their Spring Break Bang-Off was Lena Kumar. But there she stood, dressed in a yellow bikini. One that confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt every lewd thought he’d had in high school about what she’d been hiding under that uniform. Big hips, big t**s, she’d finally let them out, and they were on full display.
Unfortunately, her big eyes were currently peeping up at Graham Diener, a mediocre second-string wing—though Keane had overheard him telling a girl he was a starter ear
