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she felt it, too. She held my hand a little bit longer than most would have before she moved closer to Cane. I’m no stranger to attraction, but I sense something more there that I can’t walk away from. I’ve got to do something about this. I know it’s wrong, but when the hell has that ever stopped me? Never. Rules are meant to be broken, especially the ones that you make for yourself.
    Cane’s a good guy. He might be collateral damage, which sucks for him, but sometimes you just can’t deny fate. This could blow up in my face, but shit, I got one life, and I plan on living it. My momma taught me to take risks and follow my heart. I’ll take things slow and feel Elle out. We can do the friend thing. Not sure how happy I’ll be with that, but it’s a start.
    “Hey, looking for some competition?” I glance away from the basket and notice the guy Elle was hanging out with the other night. The same guy whom I thought was her boyfriend. He gestures for the ball, and I pass it to him. He bounces it a couple times and walks up to me extending his hand. “My name’s Tyler. I’ve seen you around, but I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself.”
    “Nice to meet ya.” I shake his hand. He looks like a good guy. Most of the people I’ve met in Boston have been, even though people back home say that people up North can be downright nasty.
    “So, I heard you’re from Texas.” He grins. “What the hell brought you all the way up here?” He dribbles the ball, spinning towards the basket as he takes a shot. He makes it and turns back to me while waiting for my answer.
    He’s the first person that’s asked me that question since I moved up here. I clear my throat before I reply, “School. I’m taking classes at BU in the fall. Boston has some great schools.”
    “Definitely.” He grabs the basketball and holds it against his hip. “So what’s your major?”
    “Sports medicine.”
    “Cool.” He drops the ball and starts dribbling it again. “I’m finishing my undergrad in sports broadcasting and journalism. So we kinda have similar interests.” He laughs. “But, damn, it’s got to be culture shock, leaving Texas and coming way up here, and leaving behind those Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders!” He shakes his head, passing the ball to me.
    I grin. “Funny, that’s one of the first things people ask me about. I don’t mind being up here. Change is good.” It’s not the only reason I came up here, but it works, and it’s a believable reason. “So do you work here? I didn’t see you around today,” I ask.
    “Oh, today’s my day off. Elle and I walked over to hang out.” He walks to the foul line, waiting for me to take a shot.
    “Nice girl. Cane introduced me to her today.” I say, watching him closely as I bounce the ball. He smiles and runs his hand through his hair.
    “She’s been my best friend since we were little kids.” He smiles.
    My eyebrows shoot up at that little piece of news Wow, ain’t that some shit? How can you be best friends with someone who looks like that? I can tell right away that this dude wants more than that. The shit-eating grin on his face gives that away. I take my shot and make it. Of course. Not cocky or anything, just confident. “Hey, do you know what time it is? I forgot my watch.” It’s probably been close to an hour, and I need to change out of this stuff before I go meet Elle in the lounge.
    “Sure.” He looks down at his watch. “It’s six forty.”
    “Damn,I’ve got to meet someone in a few minutes,” I say, grabbing my bag from the bench. I don’t want to make a bad first impression when it comes to this girl. It’s not part of who I am. “We should do this again sometime,” I say, watching him retrieve the ball from under the basket.
    “That’s cool,” he says. “I’m around.”
    “Cool.” I shake his hand and head off the court.
     

     
    Damn, phone. Who’s calling me now ?
    I stare at the familiar face that pops up on my cell,