Now, though, he and his teammates would take advantage of the warm weather as long as they could, which was why the inside b-ball court was empty on such a gorgeous Saturday. Jo didn’t have to pay any attention as he hurried across its length; instead, he focused entirely on the phone he dug out of his back pocket. He’d send a text to Kevin anyway. Really, what was the harm in letting the guy know he was interested?
He has to already know that, Jo thought, thumbing through his contacts to find Kevin’s number. With one hand, he started typing a message. He’d reached the far side of the court and, with the other hand, hit the swinging door that led into the locker room area behind the home team’s hoop.
The moment he steps into the narrow hallway leading to the lockers, he hears voices echo
