Block Shot (Hoops #2)(80)

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Jared





I just signed one of next season’s colossal talents. His potential in the NBA has no ceiling. Lebron kind of impact. Signing this kid to Elevation may be the greatest coup in our young company’s history. I’d typically be crowing to August and already on the phone priming the endorsement pump with Nike and Gatorade. Those things can wait.

How often do you get a second chance at something truly great? Something you couldn’t fully appreciate at the time because you hadn’t yet experienced what the world had to offer and found it lacking? Hadn’t been with countless women only to always find your mind drifting back to that one who got away?

Now that the one who got away is sunbathing by the pool of a borrowed St. John villa, what do I do with her? I’m not screwing this up. I have to be patient and give her time to adjust to this Zo thing. Give her time to get over how things ended between them and time to forgive herself. Hell, maybe forgive me. I made no secret of the fact that I didn’t care about her relationship, didn’t acknowledge or respect it. Does that make me bad? Maybe, but I wanted Banner back and I have her. No one will convince me I shouldn’t have pursued her. I want her too much. I always have. Never more than right now.

If I finally have a week with Banner Morales, it won’t be in some hotel where I have to act civilized for other people. One of my fellow prospects from The Pride, who actually made it in, owns this villa in the Virgin Islands. Private. Secluded. I may not have joined The Pride, but I did make a few lifelong friends who come in handy regularly. He and Bent were two of the good apples in a barrel full of rotten ones.

Banner has scooped all her hair up, and she’s lying by the pool. Topless.

Yes, topless.

I can’t see much because she is stretched out on her stomach. The ties of the white bikini lie loose on the ground beside her while she reads. Her olive-toned skin glowing with health and sunscreen. She adjusts the oversized sunglasses and turns the page of her book.

“Whatchya reading?” I ask once I’m within pouncing distance.

She jumps and almost loses her top. Unfortunately, she catches and carefully reties it before flipping over.

“You don’t have to do that for my benefit.” I gesture to the straps holding the top in place. “Wouldn’t want you to have tan lines.”

“Very thoughtful of you, but I’m fine,” she says with a wry twist of her lips. “I was heading in soon anyway. I don’t want to burn.”

She slips a thin cover-up over her head. The words “cover up” in relation to Banner should be outlawed. Struck from the English language. Hiding that beautiful body she works so hard for is criminal. There’s a glimpse of swelling breasts and full ass and hips before the offending cloth covers her.

There’s two books on the ground. Hunger by Roxanne Gay and another opened pages down, the one she was so engrossed in before I came. I angle my head to read the cover.

“All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation.” I serve up some sarcasm with my grin. “Just some light beach reading, huh? No half-naked man on the cover of a romance novel for you?”

“Oh, I have those, too.” She laughs over her shoulder and walks ahead of me. There’s a newborn ease to the swing of her hips and a looseness in her shoulders I don’t recognize.

“You’re relaxed,” I tell her when we reach the verandah.

“How could I not be?” She points through the floor-to-ceiling window. “When that’s my view?”

Crystalline water laps at the white sandy beach. Palm trees sway. Verdant, grassy mountains rise and fall along the coastline.

“It is beautiful,” I agree. “I just wasn’t sure you’d be able to put everything behind you long enough to unplug.”

She pulls on my tie and grins up at me, shorter than usual in her bare feet.

“I’m not the one dressed like I’m on my way to a business meeting.”

“Well, I was on my way to a business meeting, but now I’m done.” I drop a kiss on her cheek and risk a hand at her waist. “For the rest of the week.”

I kiss her lips lightly. “I’m all yours, if you want me.”

We share a look that silently sizzles in the afternoon heat and draws tight in the balmy island air.

“Lucky me.” Her laugh sounds nervous.

Or maybe not nervous. Tentative? Uncertain? I feel that, too. We practically broke Banner’s desk having sex last week, but it feels like we are on the verge of our first kiss. Like there’s some invisible line we are poised to cross. Whatever it is, it makes me hesitant, which I rarely am. I’m decisive and pursue what I want as soon as I want it. Maybe this feels fragile because it’s been broken before. Something we’ve just pieced back together. The glue is still drying and I don’t want it to fall and break again.

“You don’t want to know how the meeting went?” I ask, knowing that business is always firmer ground for us, even if we are on different sides of the field.

“We are on opposing teams,” she says. “I don’t want you to feel awkward about telling me anything.”

“I signed him,” I offer without reservation. I trust her.

“Oh my God!” Her eyes saucer and her grin spreads. “Seriously? Huge, huge deal, Foster.”